For Canada

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
In the words of my man John Woo emcees get the boot when they claim to be the shoe
I'm a shut in, shoe you away with all that boo hoo
Talking junk can put you all up in the ICU dude
Been had been cuckoo
Fine young cannibal with a possible case of kuru
Practicing voodoo on the mic sticking pins
Peace to chief to the other Dylan from Switzerland
We gets it in I'm never tired I ain't Michelin
I'm kicking back spitting raps steady getting racks
I never pack a pistol cause I'm not a bitch so if I get attacked I got a couple million ways to get you back
I only represent the shit I have and you can measure the proficiency by how much I get into jazz
I'm the damager, whip the banana out in the ramada this one is going out to Canada