Look
I'm stepping on the mic
To tell them all about Canada
Everyone is nice
So low death per capita
Yeah the army's weak
So these countries like to laugh at us
But we don't needa fight
We just light it up like panama

An animal
That is now off of the leash
Yo
We don't sling coke
Still there's snow up in the streets
If you running up on our turf
Mumbling something bout our beef
I got a lot of cattle
Up in the field you can eat
Your bitch is on my cock
The friction has got me burnt up
My dick is going soft
From the whiskey when I turn up
This kid ain't got a thought
Cause his mind is always stirred up
I'm sick but never cough
Cause I'm sipping on some syrup


Yeah
And that's the land of the North
Where the cops don't have a car
They just ride up on a horse
And yeah we always balling
Yet we're never in the court
We're sliding in the DMs
Like hockey's our favorite sport
We don't need ruins
To be beautiful like Greece
We got our own beauty
And it's covered up in grease
While your brewing
And blooming
Your beer and weed
We got mooses, music
With the deers and geese

But for me
They callin' it the flow that never flops
Cause my rhymes are always flying
Like the feather off a hawk
While these other rappers falling
Like the snow that never stops
So pack another sweater
Cause the weathers never hot
Yup
And yo I'm sick of all these dumb cunts
Yeah there's nice girls
But majority are puck sluts
Only interested in getting loaded
Like a dump truck
Or finding dudes with money
Who are slowly on the come up

So come up to me
And see greatness
Instead of fucking hating
And saying we ain't got bacon
Cause half the worlds pork
We're making and then creating
For y'all to fucking eat
But yet you're still complaining?