Beat - Eminem . My Name Is

This shit is sad, like yall viscious n mad,
Lame comments that hardly disses my dad,
We say eh and you say huh, aint no diffrence,
Cant even tell its winter when yo leg stiffens,
You dont even know the name of our Minister,
Or the canadian booze it was that finished "her",
See any mistakes? Cause I certainly do,
'How long does this take? I think ya hurtin me dude!'
Thats coo, and while Im at it, Ill become a drug addict,
Start sellin coc and wonder why all these "thugs" panic,
This aint a diss, Its list of facts makin the world pissed,
Yall take punches, try ta throw em and its a Plural miss,
Yall maniacs, the wackest rappers and these mainly facts,
Its like a broken down engine when ya brain reacts,



Yo no beef wit americans, just to the people who diss me in battles because we say eh, or because we be Inuits in igloo's or some shit, I guess yall havent seen Rick Mercer talkin with Americans. Maybe you should.
Pz.