What is with the avatar, is that what you are about,
I came to bring the pain and like Mike, I knock your ass out,
sit there and talk about coming from the streets,
but somebody kicking your ass is how you get your beats,
GI born to kill, real american hero,
you may have won the war, but the WMD scoreboard still reads zero,

I know that wasn't fair,
but I'm canadian and our troops weren't even there,
we didn't care,
instead we had protest rallies saying bush was unfair,

but enough about me, I'm here to hand you your ass,
snap your lyrical neck and throw you through plate glass,
or have someone else do it for a briefcase full of cash,
either way the undertaker gets to pick the glass from the ash,

I've got nothing else to say,
rapped myself out of lyrics to play,
getting a big headache,
got to lie down and pick up this rhyme another day.