"Yo, Canadians sippin' milk from a bag, what a drag,
Plastic pouch in the fridge lookin' limp like a flag,
Call that swag? Nah, that's sad in a glad rag,
I spit harder than your hockey fights and maple-tag.
You pour it in a jug like it’s some kinda flex,
But I'm lactose-intolerant to y’all weird-ass specs.
From Detroit to Quebec, I wreck dialects,
While you cuddle moose and beg for Trudeau checks!"