All right, stop, eh? and listen.
Canadian's back with its brand new invention:
Milk in bags is hot when you put em on ice
Come on, y'all it's time to get nice.
Something holds all of my repairs together tightly,
Using my duct tape both daily and nightly
Will it ever tear? yo I don't think.
Turn off the lights and let's drink.
To the extreme I rock Crown Royal like a hockey fan
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a Possum Van.
I go Ice fishin. I think it's awesome.
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous Possum.
Deadly when I play a Northern melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the Possum Van while my DJ revolves it
CHORUS
Milk-bag, baby, too cold eh? (x4)
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the Canucks are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of Ham (bacon).
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a elk call
or a moose call, with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.3
With my rag-top up so my hair don't freeze
The girlies on standby waving just to say "eh"?
Did you stop no I just drove away.
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Milk-bag Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than Carharts
Rockman lovers smelling their own beer farts.
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Red Green with a guage and Maple Leaf with a nine
Reading for the hosers on the snow.
The chumps acting ill because their milk-bags are low.
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the snowbank real fast
Jumped in my van, slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the hosers jack
Mounties on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the milk fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the fishing lure while Red Green revolves it
REPEAT CHORUS
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical hoser
Quebec's on the scene, you American poser.
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a milk-bag spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays hockey like a ninja
Cut like a skate blade so fast other hosers say 'fag'
If my rhyme was a milk I'd sell it by the bag
Keep my composure when it's time to get elk.
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my milk.
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the fish lure while Red Green winds it
Ice ice milk-bag vanilla
Ice ice milk-bag (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice milk-bag vanilla
Ice ice milk-bag vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
"eh?" to your mother
Ice ice milk-bag too cold
Ice ice milk-bag too cold too cold (x2)
Ice ice milk-bag.