Canadia - MC Frontalot

I do not own the rights to this song, but decided to upload it to Youtube for contextual use in forums, etc. All rights go to MC Frontalot, Jesse Dangerously, and Wordburglar, and Level Up Records and Tapes.
Album: Final Boss, 2008

Lyrics:
Listen up! Im an American,
and I know just what to be scared of.
When I hear the word foreign I go
immediately down to the GroceryCo
for my anti-terrorism do-it-yourself
home kit that they got there up on the shelf.
With my stubbornly health, I cant get exploded;
havent got wealth enough to devote it
in such large measure to picking up bits,
so Id better be prepared on the terrorist tip!
And I do that there in the simplest way:
by carefully considering Canad-i-a
and deeming its shiftiness quotient high
(got a notion why and its ocean sized)
and Im mostly fine with you people, but watch it.
Canadia strikes me as unpatriotic.

Let me get this straight:
provinces, not states?
Whos your president? (nawww)
See, thats what I meant!
Post the border guard!
Prepare to bombard!
Countrymen, I say to ya:
Beware Canadia!


Howd we ever get so misconstrued?
I thought I heard em all, but this ones rude.
Listen, dude, dont ask for favours,
then speak ill of your next door neighbor.
From West Coast ravers to Northeast seal hunt, Im shocked.
How am I supposed to feel, Frontalot?
Jeez, keep your guns and Glocks under locks and keys, please!
Im stopped and freezed, cops are easily bought for cheap,
I know not to sleep when I walk the streets of
New York or Los Angeles, crime riddled cities:
a fine kettle of fish where youll find little pity.
Every piddly bit of validity in me
exhibits lividity: youre an idiot indeed!
Consider me out; your beef doesnt concern me.
Im cutting dead weight like a weekend at Bernies.


Yo, Jesse, I think that dude Fronts onto us.
Time to let those neutron bombs erupt,
then release Snake Men in the AM
to make people watch reruns of Amen.
Say again? No.
Halifax-Jupiter-Mexico:
we gotcha cornered like the edge of a room.
We got alien heads in a tomb.
Eh? Catch my drift like slipstream;
its better on the top like whipped cream.
Yall can have Pamela Lee,
R&D already cloned her family tree.
We got implants for your medulla lobes.
All we want to do is rule the globe
but for now, well let you make believe
that we dont put microchips in maple leaves.

You put in the effort to pick up our language,
though I do notice occasional manglage
of pronunciation. The letters O U
come out your mouth oooo. Dont know why but they do.
Plus somebody told me yall are rich,
got foliage, rock oil in pitch.
But if you dont have our freedom, you hate it.
Gonna put you on the list to get liberated.
Cmon!

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