I'm from the great white north, right
Like up above the states (yah);
The big land mass that the rest of the world hates (f*ck yah)
We're like, above that, f*ckin' north I guess
The big patch of trees where everybody's bored to death
We're just chillin up here, sippin' syrup, playin' hockey
Before we learn to walk we can cross-check properly (yup)
Just rockin' plaid jackets, chainsaws we operate 'em right
f*ckin' eh right we do bud, we cut our weight in fire wood
Every twenty minutes or so, "smoke break"
And if the leafs make the playoffs I'll f*ckin' jump in the lake (ohh)
f*ckin' buddy comes over to my place the other night,
And he's like, "you wanna go for a rip," and I was like, "f*ckin right"
So we hop in the truck and hit the mud, and I was like, "ooohhh f*ck ya bud"
Just out for a rip are ya bud?
Just out for a rip?
I come from the land of the polite,
Where shit's covered in ice
So when I'm down in the states, they're like, "Ur too f*ckin' nice"
Like, ya we got manners, but f*ckin buddies still fight, and f*ckin
Swear, and f*ckin drink all night
Like this one time me and f*ckin buddy are out havin a dart,
And f*ckin buddy burns a hole in my coat
And I was like, "f*ck bud", because the coat was pretty new right
And he was like "f*ck you," so I put his head in a snow bank
And just started f*ckin' feedin 'em the right, left
Like f*ckin' boom boom boom, ya had enough yet
And he's like, "okay okay, f*ck chill out, shit"
So I pulled him outta the snow and we went out for a rip (yah)
Just out for a rip are ya bud (oh f*ck ya)
Just out for a rip (f*ckin' right)