Artist: Hyper Sniper Song: Point of View Album: Homemade Explosives Mixtape Year: 2005 [Hyper Sniper - Intro] Yeah. (laughs) Mixtape. It's ya boy Hyper Sniper right here. So wassup wit it? Dedicated to all the muthafuckin haters.. past, present and future. Listen up bitches. Yo.. yo.. [Hyper Sniper - verse 1] First of all, what the fuck are these kids thinkin? Come home from middle school, put a gangsta c.d. in Immitatin rappers, do you understand what I'm speakin? Nigga my heart is dark like insides of an ink pen I'm verbally cuttin out yer tongue, leavin you speechless Then I'll cuss you out in sign language, bitch believe this Try to be like Jesus, but you stinkin like cheeses imported from France Pull down my pants and sink yer teeth in Cause there's a fine line between real niggas and nice guys, Studio gangsta horrorcore kids readin High Times You get hit with drive-bys, blood splatter patterns like tye-dye, While jackin off to gay porn, brothas fuckin white guys There's a lot of rappers, but fake is the worst kind There's a difference between rappin and makin words rhyme Hired a hitman to make sure you nerds die So suck my dick, if you didn't catch it the 2nd or 3rd time You soft like titties that lactate. Stick with one rap name, Or catch a steel pipe to yer spine and suffer chronic back pain Suspects dance in the black rain on Samhain Scratched names off the list of bitches in the rap game And way under my radar, these message board kids Suburbanite muthafuckas doin horrorcore shit Refer to Gatlin Harvest before your recordin But you couldn't be half of me, the most you'll get is four fifths Hyper Sniper, the white boy from Kansas Reprimanded faggots and laughed at their wack rappin You left damaged, invest in band-aids and a bandage I'm disappointed, ain't no prize in this Cracker Jack bitch And his boy, the Droopy.. who's he? Some goofy-ass Nigga probly workin at a desk job. Excuse me? Gangsta is a spiked hair cut and a plaid shirt? I might have went first but I still get the last word