Lyrics
okkkkk, you got nuts, ill give you that dude,
but let me ask you a question, little Matthew,
do you feel tough muhfucka, are you thuggin,
on the streets of Canada, yeah ya block is really pumpin,
claim youre a gangsta, well, i need some proof,
im sorry, i dont believe you, ya lyin through ya tooth,
and ya little country bumpkin husband runnin with my alias,
shouldnt use that word when simply hes as pale as us,
back to the beat now, let me back to this beat down,
what possessed you to think youre actually from the streets pal?,
faggot ass, im sure he'd be really flattered, thats theres
a silly ass canuck trying to mimic Marshall Mathers,
one shot two shot, right in ya mouth,
and ill send my boys to go get that wannabe down south,
aim elsewhere, youont wanna it with dude,
cuz ill come through customs with a warrant or two,
hardcore?, pfft, listen to me son,
youre only from the streets cuz your ass is a bum,
message board banger, i duck what your sendin me,
Carabous Most Wanted, the new Jaime Kennedy,
this is a gun fight, all hes sendin is pocket knives at me,
when you think of something nice, come out of your ice shantee,
iont know why im doin this, cuz your harmless,
get fined for littering as many times as youve dropped garbage,
lets have a moment of silence, for the departed,
this faggots career was over before it even started,
