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I'm bad...i'm a hardcore rappa

A piece of shit that came from the crappa

Well known to the police

For disturbing the peace

They try and gun me down

But I got the run of the town

I represent the partying Canadians

Fuck those damned Americans

Taking back the world in the aftermath

Clearing all thats in my path

Y'all people need to recognize the danger

Letting you kids listen to fucked up strangers

But like anything they have a choice

And they choose to listen to my voice

I'm not a choir boy

I like to annoy

Spokesman for the millenium

Cuz I just don't give a damn

I like to smoke dope and drink beer

They all afraid of me, they live in fear

Fat chicks on Hollis Street

Try to get me in her sheets

I don't need a ho' to get a woman

It's all a part of my plan

Kid Rock...go back to kindergarten

Your too yound to have a boner harden

Because you know i'm better then you

I represent the age of rap, born anew

The ones who came before me, they are all my slaves

The dead ones, rollin' all around their graves

I am the generatin gappa

Canaadian bad ass rappa...