Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canadian Beasts, artist - Swisha T. Album song Filthy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2015
Record label: Swisha T
Song language: English
Canadian Beasts |
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 |