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logab. – i hate white 78.7% of canadians كلمات اغاني

[intro]
this song goes out to all my minorities in canada
i hate you guys slightly less than the white ones
(brrrt, ahhhh)
(woo!)

[verse 1]
canadians suck on my d_ck like they gettin’ paid
over caring crackers that refuse to get laid
gotta make the bag so they gettin’ lemonade
we slinging meth they out here slinging minute maid

your maple syrup is sub_par, hockey f_ckin sucks
you add morons with hockey and you get the mighty ducks
your wife sucking on my d_ck, y’all a bunch of cucks
you’re reading about submarines while she spitting on my nuts

canadians are stupid and they speak mad funny
when i talk to canadians it hurts my tummy
a boot? yeah more like a toot
when i have s_x on canadians _pfff_ you know i shoot

frosty morons, great white north
ugly child you abort
i’d rather go and f_ck a horse
all your d_cks are really short
great white d_ck that i sport
minute maid is what you snort
good at handling b_lls?
yeah come and see me on the court, b_tch

[break]
god, i hate 78.7 percent of canadians
white motherf_ckers whose live just need to end
god needs to spite these grueling individuals down, you know?
i mean, no one wants them around. no one
they suck so much
i just wish this would be brought up more based on its urgency
f_ck

[verse 2]
i took a dna test it looks like i’m canadian
i’m_ wait what i’m canadian?
hold up. what the f_ck?
i’m gonna go beat the sh_t out of my parents

i stormed into my parents’ room while they were asleep
planted 30 consecutive punches on my father’s cheek
then went over to my mom took a rock to her head
i hog_tied her on the bed, i left her for dead

then i dragged my sobbing father down a flight of f_ckin’ stairs
then i one_by_one plucked out every one of his hairs
i hung him by the ceiling, legs cuffed to the walls
i took out a whip and took twenty lashes at his b_lls
obviously i take part in the act of whipping his b_lls so he can no longer conceive children of which are the canadian decent (no more kids)
cause you know, that’d just be outright gross and i don’t want any more of those lil’ f_ckers running around

i dissect his f_ckin’ scr_t_m like a frog in biology
pokin’ at his nuts like some guts no apology
untether his f_ckin’ b_lls and laugh maniacally
there’s no point in slowing down as no one will be stopping me

yeah i start to pee, p_ss is soaking down my knee
unlock the whip turn the key. i still gotta pee
the children on the street start to point in laugh at me
i spill my coffee, now i got some burns of the third degree (no!)

as i speed down the road i see the blue lights flash
yelling “pull over your car!”, “hand over the cash!”
i don’t really mind the cracker as i’m stuck in my thoughts
god i f_cking hate my life, f_ck. why am i canadian, why, why!?
god, f_ck. god wouldn’t let me_ugh

yankee doodle rode to town riding on a pony
stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni

i cry to myself as i dodge past the blokes
i wanna k!ll myself but i can only hope
i try to turn into a car and then i choke
i scream in pain, turn the wheel, and then i grope
i speed up my car, going 137
i see the blue lights flash, i’mma send this b_tch to heaven
i put a brick on the gas and i jump out the window
i take a leap of faith and i miss the f_cking car

i splat on the pavement like a little girl’s ice cream
except i’m a living human, that f_cking hurt
i look up as i see a bone coming out my arm
i hear some screeching tires and i get run over by a car

the moral of this story is that 78.7 percent of canadians f_ckin’ suck

- logab

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