Jarryd Hayne has decided to try his hand at that game the Americans play, that game that the Wildcard writes about every week. Meh. But for really though, big up big up to you Mr Hayne, you've chosen to take this route with no certainty, no deals, no big money just chasing ya dream so good on you my man.

In saying that, I, the Mystery Doctor, want to ghost write raps and verses and bars and write songs. So I'm gonna follow my dreams and write some verses about Jarryd Hayne chasing his dream, comprende? And if any of you buster as rappers out there need a verse written, holla at us. Maybe just one long verse, no hook or chorus because that's some radio shit.

Uh, yeah mic check mic check

Hayne plane cleared for take off, time to jet

No looking back, no time to regret

Just hustle and grind and pray you don't end up playing for the New York Jets

No pathway is set, Eels fans I can feel you fret

Your main man's flying free, feeling frisky,

The haters sparked a feeding frenzy, leaving his Parramatta family and his homie Timmy

Maybe Hayne just wants some American groupies?

Nah he's a good kid, so I kid, I joke, to them he only used to play rugby

He might end up in Seattle, with the Seahawks

Sherman might wanna battle, he might wanna smoke the legal medicine and slide in and out of defences like a knife or a fork

Fuck the Seahawks, Moreporks for life

Hayne and Krisnan Inu, chillin out in Minto boys for life

He bleeds blue and yellow, the brother's got a deal for life

If he goes good, he's set for life

Stay away from thots and JJ Watt, or you might be scarred for life

Slice, it's what you do best, explosive power, relentless desire

Let's hope you know what ya doing, no 3 blind mice

Learn what ya gotta, play the background like Phife

But things might not end up that nice

You got all the basics sorted - rice

Now you gotta add that spice

Already got the freaky fend, now you gotta use the stiffy stiff-arm

You might change the game like HeisMarn

You might just end up up another cow on the farm

But for sure you ain't gonna wear that number 1

Just have fun, run Bobby run

Stay away from the brothers with guns, unless you the R - B in the shotgun

What son? You ain't never witnessed the Hayne plane in flight, now you got some

What's the sum? Nickle, tickle, audibles have your Q - B calling you

"Yo Hayne, slide right, in to the slot, run 10 paces forwards, then 2 left, prop, like a robot"

Lock it up, if they see your hit on Lockyer they might hit stick you up

On defence, hopefully we don't say Hayne and NFL next year in the past tense

The essence is chase your dreams, we'll miss your presence

A lovely lad, you'll always keep us guessing, sitting, waiting, wishing

You'll have the rugby league world in the South Pacific hoping to witness

The crispness on the big stage, the fitness to out last the honeymoon stage

The Hayne plane is landing, no debts outstanding

The haters will hate but I just wanna see you Instagramming,

Champaigneing and campaigning

Getting snaps with Peyton Manning

Gerrydaktyls, South Auckland, forever srambling and cramming