I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, I was a fucking up a bit, I admit, I admit we took a hit
I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, yo, we fucking took a hit, I admit, I admit we took a hit, but nothing like this
Yo
Ey yo, standards lowered, the stanzas lowered
Keep defences up, I don’t hear that them hands is lowered
Yo, it’s time for the Grand Slam Can Am, hands is throwing
Turn on my TV, what happened with our hockey team?
We had ‘em pressed, had ‘em leaking, Ken Klippenstien
Stole that line from Rainey
You want it back? Well the tariffs up, dog, you gon’ have to pay me
Hearts cold, seen more snow than John Mulaney
Eat a dick, this one here long and veiny
We shotgun a beer, they shot guns at beer
All cause they mad at that broad Mulvaney
Say it calm and plainly
Ain’t no laws contain me
I’m from the land that God gave Cain
Canada, we conquered Hades
Looking for some new ways to get fucked, are you, bud?
Well, this here freak is tantric
You can’t tell me shit about the East Atlantic
An island of Misfits and at least a Danzig
I’s de by’es dat builds the boat
I never thought I’d see the day Guille would try and go and suck off Zangieff
I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, I was a fucking up a bit, I admit, I admit we took a hit
I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, yo, we fucking took a hit, I admit, I admit we took a hit, but nothing like this
Someone get these Dick Dastardly fascist, hack accurate gashes, rape activist masses
Half-wit, transnational, capitalist classist, Putin-licking
Motherfucking crypto gaslits out my motherfucking face, nigga
Before I take the Canadian space program
Grab the Canada Arm and start throwing Starlink back at your motherfucking base, nigga
Yo, the warning is unfortunate it’s
Cut off, it’ll feel like you losing an organ is
You want to smash something orange sorta like Billy fucking Corrigan did
Problem is you can’t call Morgan and Morgan when
The tariffs start raising your mortgages
Your daughter’s abortionless
Theres no more room at the orphanage
“Please sir, may I?”
No, there's no more porridge, kid
Came here to blow doors off hinges (blow doors of hinges)
Yeah, we got problems out here, too, but that's family business
You get me?
I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, I was a fucking up a bit, I admit, I admit we took a hit
I’m from C-A N-A-D-A, yo, we do it ourselves
Fuck around, and get your shit rocked all day
I admit, I admit, yo, we fucking took a hit, I admit, I admit we took a hit, but nothing like this
credits
from Anthem (DJ Pack),
released July 8, 2025
Written and performed by Ultra Magnus
Produced and mastered by Myer Clarity
Co-produced by Scott Stevenson
Piano by Scott Stevenson
Sample of "Good Morning Scarecrow" by Seabear used by permission
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