I grew up on the north west, best to score sess
love to see these little kids come and test my fortress
I dont care weather you is from nanaimo or vic
come battle me and you end up sleepin lyin in shit
fuckin beak dtown boys you sprint up to us
put up the cuffs, and caveman goes shows em what up
buck up, you run up and end up leavin wit a bloody nose
shows you whats what, show you jus how far my buddies go
wanna come and knock a beer out the hand
have ya face and ya blood all smeared on the land
understand that this goes for any little tourist
put ya dukes up and you’lle be sleepin in the sewer bitch
beleive what I say when you listen to my vocals
you leave, you aint shit if you aint LC local
we aint got the worste life but we still grew up hard
and we know how to put punk bitches in graveyards
you wanna come and fuck with me ,kevin, or jay
jordan E or F, even dirty D will slay ya name
aint a game, if it was LC’s winnin
gimme that 40 creek and watch a bro go swimmin
grabbin the bottle and then I start to pour the whisky
grabbin these bitches as if a hoe that was frisky
the difference is that instead of puttin hands in the pants
I put my hands up and put your nose on a side slant
i rant off in my songs about knockin out teeth
but the fact of the matter is I don’t got any beef
with anybody because these lC boys are my family
even after all the bullshit and backstabbin me
im willin to forgive but sometimes shit hits the fan
so my hands come up and then we see who is the man
then the next day we wakeup forgive and forget
the towns too small to hate each other shit is a net
and we all stuck in it so we try to be accepting
anytime a fight breaks out its homies im protecting
fetching, myself up a rock or a stick
why waste a fist on a pinner little vic bitch
these guys jealous everytime girls wanna fuck a G
half the dudes lookin for a reason make the knuckles bleed
and they feed the liquor down the throat just to cope
with the bitches that they scope cause they back on the ropes
they aint been laid in damn close to a year
but you cant fuck a bitch cause all the bitches are peers
so they go to out of town find a duncan bitch willin
slap the bitch down and the mouth begins fillin
spillin, the nut all over the bitches face
jackin me off quick as if it was a race
disgraced, but hey enough little talk about that
talk about that longboard rollin little kid looks like a rat
ballet little fagget and I think his name is fuckin matt
wanna stare into my eyes when your rollin on your board
tell me where you live and ill be bootin at your front door
with not a single weapon jus my fists, your more dead
when I bring elbows, knee’s and the forehead
ill headbutt your nose out the back of your whole head
I hear you used to smoke crack and you maybe sold meds
well if you so hard way back where you came from
must of changed pussy but you kept the same dumb
little staring problem that you had back in the city
wanna get witty ill pity you cause ull be feelin shitty
when you layin on the pavement with your cheek and nose broken
tryin to hold to life all the pussy hoes hopin
that you survive the night cause you roll on low key
starin at me , you really must not know how lowe be
you come into my town and sit and hit on nasty hoes
you think ballets hard lil bitch ill keep you on your toes
so I guess from a song it just turned into a fat
little warning that im sending to a pussy named matt
im telling you right now that you might need some help
if you cant learn to keep them squirelly eyes to yourself
cause schools out the only time ill see you on your feet
is if you steppin town and be all stompin in my streets
sellin all your rocks well its you im rantin at
im gonna break them legs and then drop you off at dancin class