YO DONT GET MADDDDDD CANADIAN SUCKS



yo u shouldnt be in the ring with me like the canadians dont belong in the u.s.a//
U aint coming victorious in this battle like canada ur only coming in 2nd place// (2nd largest country)

put 14 slugs in ur chest and pysicaly remove the balistics
leave ur body transfixed on a crusafix and give your rhymes the deep six| i heard the canadians gives away free health service//

GOING BACK TO HISTORY WIT DIS LOL


Like my nation i go thru trialz and tribulationz
You been around, suckin cock in various circulation
At least my fuckin nation wasn't founded as a british shit hole
Ugly speck of world's geography, disfiguring like a mole//


The only thing LIMIT cooked was whale blubber last night
That’s all that you got up in Canada aint that right
Take your canoe to the store and buy some fuckin game
Before your paraplegic with no uses for a cane
I cut you down like McDonalds did the amazon
Like a playsation with no power button, my game is always on
new shit I shall brig it right now.
I’ll cut the beef like trade laws concerning mad cow.
I rip it through you fuck the whole Canadian Shield
This ain’t no 1812 you get no help on this battlefield//

TURN OFF DA BEAT:

Wait i'll say somthin dats postive yall betta dan basketball:no
soccer:no swimming:no running:hmmmmm no to bony and frail// yall suck at everything period

TURNS IT BACK ON


LIMIT


u drop'N tight shit? only if u put ya 'ass' 2 'pinchers'//
the way i 'drop Canons' u'd think i smashed my 'PRINTER'//

divisble lines u test'N me? u failed even with quizzical rhymes//
only time this DICK-head kums hard is at 'physical times'//

u'll show grudges when i throw punches like i 'swing pipes' got u 'duck'N bars'//
body shots 2 TORE-SOULS (Torso's) put more 'holes' in u like u wuz up 2 'par'//


Intelligence is wat u need to comp-re-hend u lack of sub-stance
Keep frontin, on your face ill stomp-knees-bent, u sub-the-stance //

Wat u kno about box-in, im a southpaw, style about one in a milion
Slap, ur jaws locked-in, its about the law, a bout for law, a mission //

Ur reputation's unknown like a mercenary, nobody notice ur battles
Under expectation uve thrown ur rivalry, on canoe, were's ur paddles//

U's a style-free emcee, rhyme's watery, verses ignorant and empty
Lost in wild-trees, deep seas, ur lines robery, cursed immigrant story //

Thought u knew everyting about-me u kno -nuffin- im like a hide-out
When the sun goes down you allow-me to put u in a -cuffin- lights-out//

I see u steppin-back on me like i was a -menace- to your whole-crew
See me reppin-stash upon my city its my -purpice- i blew-holes in you //

U aint never seen of your life-an emcee spittin a hot -delivery- like dis
Dis entire verse is flawless might-end ur intentions : -entirely- fight clic //

Words hold weight, when they hit 'Face you might see tears-in-his-eye
The diction-I-speak is hella-obese...I just might give the Atkins diet a try //

I throw a quick-spit of slick-wit, you split quick like a Michael-Vick scramble... I'll slap you with a bag of bad Angel dust, like I put Loki-in-the-grinder
And with hope, that'll get you off-the-dope...and life will be beautiful
then we can be friends, instead of me having to verbally neuder-you

Lesson learned? You got burned, so just turn and walk away...
Make you do an *about-Face, like you penned your auto-biography