Canadian Beasts - Swisha T

Ye you noticed it, I’m a flowisist, you ain’t as cold as this

My orbit is, just so glorious, I feel like Morpheus

I’m sorry bitch, but I’m not into you, I just got into you

Got intimate, but now I’m impotent so I’m out to kicking it

I’m sick of this so quit your blabbering, get the

What’s happening, you ripped the you fucking scavenger

Imagine that, I wasn’t a rapper would you even call

They claim to love me, but I swear they don’t know me at all

And all these critics in my city wanna see me fall

Saying that they know me well, but we don’t speak at all

We might’ve met, but the fact of the matter is that I don’t owe you anything

Shut the fuck up you little bitch ass, get back with the riff raff

Sit back grab a six pack, some Backwoods or Zig-Zags

Whatever that get up my business

You motherfuckers got me plotting to finish you

Stick a blade inside your frame then ask you what has got into you

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

Pour petroleum, a linoleum, stand on a podium and cause pandemonium,

spittin' nitrate and sodium

Kids so felonious, tails are a farce

Lot of rappers in my country but the real ones are sparse

I’m a sick pitbull, you’re a cocker spaniel

Ask Charron, I’m his evil fucking doppelgänger

Blood is boiling from insanity and awkward anger

I get it in with good producers, make a proper banger

Don’t get me started with these battle rappers

Afraid to ride a fucking beat next to their shadowcaster

Scientific with this shit, I’m an atom blaster

You’re just a bad example, branch you like a cattle rancher

Walk into a room, these other rappers don’t look

I beat their ass like a cop with a phonebook

Cocky motherfucker with a young dude’s lip

Sharp as young Chip-Fu

With a kung fu grip

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

Ruthless, got the Eazy-E fucking blueprint

Too sick, siamese twins with the fluspi

Mucus, beat to beat the palm now it’s useless

Wanna play dirty, pussy bitch you wouldn’t do shit

You’ve been, listening to Canada’s best

So big I get hate mail from Pamela’s chest

Shadow of death, pay from reality checks

I’m from real life Johnny Depp’s

I’m a schizo, rebuttal king thinking of a couple things

Means I’m going into flip mode

Bust a rhyme till the cyph is crushed

This ain’t a clean song so I can cuss

Rappers are thinking of my lines too much

Kid dynamite with mics, it’s Tyson punch

Ain’t no more to tongue like a horse

If I kill myself, Peter will pour some fucking blood on my corpse

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

I see they wanna see me fall

Got me plotting to finish you

I’m a motherfucking problem

I’m a Canadian beast

Everybody wanna talk about the money they make

But nobody wanna say what’s real

You can talk about your clothes and the car you drive

But you ain’t givin' us nothin' to feel

Everybody wanna talk about the money they make

But nobody wanna say what’s real

You can talk about your clothes and the car you drive

But you ain’t givin' us nothin' to feel