Okay, this isn't an actual freestyle, but I didn't know what else to call it.

Lyrics and rapping by me. Beat produced by Bangladesh.

Hope you enjoy. Even though I sound so white and all.

~viewtifulday

Lyrics:
Millionaire, yes I'm a freakin millionaire
Power level one trillion squared and
All you other rappers can't really compare
When I rock a mic I put a chill in the air /
I'm young, only been rapping for a few years
I'd never hit the weed, I believe I'm too scared
Like you care, I really need a new chair
To MCs I'm E, you see, I'm you squared /
My craft is like magic, rippin up a tracklist
Flow like an acid, you soft like a mattress
Every day rippin through rappers, it's madness
Blessed with whatever the opposite of swag is /
I attack this, always come hungry
Make myself a sandwich, MCs and lunch meat
Shuttin down buffets all across the country
But in fact, I'm not fat, I'm not even chunky /
Trust me. Yo, I'm six foot four
160, skinny little twig for sure
Pure crispy, just call me KFC
Knight of the Freaking Castle is the way I be /
You got HIV, I can't tell where my focus is
Every single bar you spittin's bogus and atrocious and
Everything I'm saying, well, I'm BSing most of it
I check my Facebook every day (ZERO NOTICES) /
Yeah, I'm the wickedest kid in the scene
Flippin the scheme, triple the speed
Quit with the sickening lyrics and listen to me
I'm working on my freestyle
On the track, I be lurkin like a beast now /
Meanwhile, you stunned and you wide-eyed
Run tell all your friends you got sonned by a white guy
Why try? I don't know, don't ask me
The fact is, I'll never understand this rap thing