Yace, yace, yace, yace, I'm down in Traytown Now I'm out in Culls Harbor Right next to Gambo But I'll be G-Town forever I'm the new Buddywasisname And since I'm razzin' here I can razz anywhere Yace, I'm razzin' everywhere I used to sling in Gander Wit all me Labradorians Right there at the Airport This is in memorium For all the b'ys in the grave 7 Willow Ridge Road Catch me at the Old Mill payin' reverence to old days Razzin' down Future Street In a beige Camry Cookin' up rhymes like we is Gordon Ramsey Me I'm out in Benton Home of our boy Ryan Then I'm on the West Coast To Stephenville I'm flyin' Say whataya at to me CONA Crew Sorry I haven't spoke to you'se Now I'm sittin' in the pews The Eagles says "We loves you!" Buddy, I is flippin' out when they gives the penalties Tell by me attitude that I'm most definitely from (In) G-Town Island outport where dreams is made of Hear the call of the boons Now yer in G-Town These shores will make ya's feel brand new Irving will inspire you Let's hear it for G-Town, G-Town, G-Town Catch me wit the b'ys at the Pub for the Maple Leafs Shit, I makes the maple leaf more famous than Canada can You'se should know I bleeds red But I ain't Canadian I'm Republican for independent Newfoundland Welcome to the friggin' Rock Corners where we're sellin' pot Amsterdam imported shit and home of the Newfie-hop Bottlecaps and snapbacks and Longtracks and back racks For mainlanders it ain't for They acts like they thinks we acts Two thousand stories out there in the outport Buddy you'll be bloody when you deals wit our sorts Me, I got a plug, A.P.'s Tunes for the Boons Boots up me Windows 98 and plays a bitta DOOM Three b'ys sellin' dope Newfies Wit Attitude Santa Claus Parade Rest in peace, Rith, my dude Up on Joey's Lookout Long live Steve's Pizza Long live the G-Man, and I says peace to the... (The) G-Town Community where all the b'ys grew up And there's nutting we can't do Now we're in G-Town The Mill is where we hangs around And we never feels down Let's hear it for G-Town, G-Town, G-Town Fights is frequent, juvenile delinquents Flattenin' each other from the Cove up to the rink And I'm makin' millions, goin' up to billions And trillions is comin' next Shout out to Danny Williams I'm warrin' with the Sketch Crowd Bustin' gats loud When the winter gets cold let's roll up to the Track now Small town of sin, there's a fallout when Bay girls goes to Town, St. John's is filled wit them Mudder took the DRL Now she's in Paradise Ads up on Craigslist just so she can buy ice Hail Satan to this village, it's a virgin And I'm gonna plunder it when I sticks me bird in Twelve years in school, graduated to the thug life Drug dealers, rap stars, addicted to the sly crimes MDMA is just one thing that I'm sellin' This town never sleeps, now here comes the heroin (In) G-Town Island outport where dreams is made of Hear the call of the boons Now yer in G-Town These shores will make ya's feel brand new Irving will inspire you Let's hear it for G-Town, G-Town, G-Town One beer in the air for our little town Skeet life, big sheds found all around No place in the world that could compare Put yer bottles in the air everybody say yeah, yeah (In) G-Town Island outport where dreams is made of Hear the call of the boons Now yer in G-Town These shores will make ya's feel brand new Irving will inspire you Let's hear it fer G-Town, G-Town, G-Town

Received a text this morning from me missus Said we was done and she ain't gonna miss us That shit is whack but I ain't gonna try to get back wit you See I'm a real G-Town G and I got better things to do Than to deal wit you, I'ma keep it real wit you Here's a hard knock life that I'm about to reveal to you Deliverin' the three course meal of truth Of life growin' up as a Newfie youth Me and the b'ys was always down at the Mill Rollin' blunts, talkin' shit, drinkin' booze and doin' the mad stunts Livin' the life of a white teenager But growin' up in small town Newfoundland is full of danger Our boy from Benton was wit us, yace, Ryan Chase We called him The Chaser 'cause he was always gettin' wasted But he had beef wit that piece of shit, Xhale, from Gander Tryin' to rap but all he did was ever fail He rolled up to us that day wit a look in his eyes And next thing ya know, BANG BANG, Ryan Chase had died It's so cold in the G How the fuck is we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one It's so cold in the G How the fuck is we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one Now the graveyard has claimed another headstone Had all the b'ys come over to me shed zone To have a few drinks to The Chaser's memory Pourin' out a beer, this one's for you, homie But the next thing ya knows, we was all on the go Gettin' drunk as fuck up on Willow Ridge Road And all of a sudden I got a call on me cell phone Yer buddy, Rith, OD'd last night in his home Oh shit, are you kiddin' me? Another dead body? To commit to the cemetery? I guess that's how it is, b'y, livin' by the sea Ya never knows when it's gonna be the last time you ever sees The b'ys alive, 'cause we drinks and drives Committin' crimes all the time just to get by And we survives by puttin' our lives on the line Knowin' that any second any one of us could die Death is somethin' that I've grown used to Doesn't matter how many quads or ski-doos I got And that's sayin' a lot That material possessions ain't gonna make up For the lives that I've lost Bein' a Glovertown gangster has a real cost Another name in the cemetery's been embossed Yer life ain't somethin' that you should toss away Try hard as you might to wake up and see another day It's so cold in the G How the fuck we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one It's so cold in the G How the fuck's we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one It's so cold in the G How the fuck's we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one It's so cold in the G How the fuck's we s'posed to keep the peace? Newfies dyin', bullets flyin', mudders cryin' Another dead son but no, he ain't the only one

B'ys tell me what'cha got? You got the ol' gut rot? Some vodka and whiskey that'll get you more drunk than you ever thought? That's fuckin' sick Let me have some of it When I comes to yer shed you better have left me some of that shit Wicked Ya knows dat I loves to get drunk And I don't roll wit Gambo punks Stick them in me car, in me trunk I'm a killer bee now yer stung Throws your corpse into the bay Also gets stung by sting rays Now yer on the seafloor you lay For the fish yer a buffet Out in the boons Where the goudie is hewn Crankin' the tunes wit me goons 'neath the moon Where we hears the loons croon Boom! Howlin' like a werewolf Stompin' like we got hooves Makin' so much noise 'cause we're accustomed to livin' in the woods Goin' out to parties Drinkin' like nine Bacardis Got me Miss Vickies and me smokes but can you pass me the Smarties? No other b'ys can step to The drinks that I've went through Gambo fellers will die but I'll leave one alive so you can tell me who sent you You think you can fuck with me now? You think you can fuck with me, how? You want to come and have a row? Like D4NNY your love will be "Ow!" Stay clear of my home Glovertown Don't mess wit me or wit me crowd Because on yer face I will pound My fist until you hits the ground Gambo is a shithole Needs to be swallowed by a sinkhole And all the b'ys from there got kids 'cause they don't use birth control Yer a high school fadder Meanwhile I'm gettin' hotter Yace the b'ys is not hot now apologize to me like I'm Omar Khadr I do not care what you thinks I just want to have more drinks Ten gone before you can blink Because you cannot outdrink me And now I think I'm on the brink, the Police take me to the precinct Yace, I'm done, yace

[Intro] B'ys, ya knows that Glovertown's where I'm from Where me and the b'ys originally come Where we gets drunk on beers and rum And where we gets high until we turns dumb But you should know that I never does that alone I makes sure to visit all me buddies' homes And tells them that I got the kinda dope That goes straight to the bone, and straight to the dome Yace, it's time fer all of us to get hammered Watch our pace stumble and our speech stammer It's time for us to become drunken bastards Wastin' away as we gets fuckin' plastered But before we selects our destination For where we're goin' to get inebriated I've got to drive around and collect all the b'ys Texts 'em up and says I've arrived I'm on the way Don't matter what is the time of day I'm on the way Don't argue wit me, I don't care what you say I'm on the way Pick a seat, don't be Rebecca Black on Friday I'm on the way If you don't come wit me then yer probably gay Don't care what you has to say I got a text so I pulls out me phone to see New message from Master A.P. He's in a state of emergency And so I hops in me car wit some urgency Drives to meet him down in Eastport Drug deal gone wrong, abort, abort I gives him the coverin' fire support Attempted murder that I helped thwart [Skit] Here we go Master A.P. also on the scene Gettin' in drive-bys wit my boy Gregory Eastport crowd, you got nuttin' on me I'm Master A.P. committin' felonies N.T.V. comin' up to me Askin' what I thinks about the Corner Brook scene I says fuck 'em, fuck 'em all to Hell Me and G-Man, yeah, we got pills to sell And if you thinks you can fuck wit us If you thinks we ain't too tough Then we'll put you in yer place By punchin' you in the face You'll be gone without a trace Yer body found down K&K And if yer mudder gets saucy Throw a VCR at her face I got Riff's on me waist and tats on me face Ya knows what they say, "All Me Crimes Goes Untraced" Gambo Crowd, we'll lay yer souls to waste And from social studies books you'll be erased I'm on the way If I'm comin' fer you then you'd better pray I'm on the way I'm within drivin' distance of any gunplay I'm on the way And if you fucks wit me then shit's gonna be cray I'm ready in me car to have me b'ys backs Stay where yer to 'til I comes where yer at [Skit] I'm on the way Don't matter what is the time of day I'm on the way Don't argue wit me, I don't care what you say I'm on the way Pick a seat, don't be Rebecca Black on Friday If you don't come wit me then yer probably gay Don't matter what it is, the time of day

Welcome to the town of Glovertown In Central Newfoundland, let me show ya around I knows that you wants to be part of the crowd That shouts loud and porud to these types of sounds There's a place where we all wants to be On the weekend, gettin' maggotty And shootin' guns in the boons like Dan Haggerty And gettin' so stoned that our steps turns to staggerin' Gets in a fight and I sticks the dagger in When I'm at that place, nobody match me swagger and Yes, I'm a bragger and I'm a hoe snagger and On me knob I turns her into a gagger and All the b'ys knows that me name is Gregory And I'm good at shaggin' these Bitches with me saggin' deez nuts Up at the place with all the sluts The corner of the Irving where me jib gets cut Sure the Mill is cool and Gambo is for tools But there's only one place where I wants to be with you'se Got me whole crew comin' out the boons to be there Or you'll be squared up as we is tearin' up The grass with our trucks with the four wheel drive And we don't give a fuck if the cops arrives 'Cause we razzes, does sick stunts and we're swerving Doing mad slaloms 'round the cars parked at Irving Down at the corner hangin' out with the b'ys Cooler than the Border Lounge where the goofs lies Givin' out the orders to the lackeys who serves my Drunken and disorderly conduct with authorities Who's handin' out more of these court ordered warranties Thinkin' I'm a whore to these cops who got seniority Well I says that gettin' drunk, that's my priority And at the corner of Irving I'm in the majority You can buy anything under the sun Up on the corner of the gas station Like a loaded gun or a hoe with a nice bum Or a wicked car you can die in like Ryan Dunn did And how do I get funded? It's all from sellin' drugs and Of the Glovertown Dozen I am the incumbent President And ya knows that I'm the Resident Evil 'Cause on your ass I'm goin' medieval Don't fuck with me or the b'ys or we'll kick your ass Revs up me lawnmower 'cause your ass is grass Smokes the grass and gets the gas for the razz Up the overpass where we goes fast, it's a blast Listen to this bluegrass beat While we speeds up the Trans-Canada Smokin' this dope that I imported from Panama I've got the most cannaba per capita And I'm an anathema when it comes to stamina I'm audibly an oddity of Newfoundland verbosity And there is no imposters who can match me rap velocity I'm causin' these wannabes a bodily cacophony 'Cause with this hip hop novelty I've got a monopoly And once you have lost to me you'll need a colostomy And I've been elevated to Glovertown idolatry G-Man is now part of the Amber Blood mythology Those Who Dwells in Fog needs to put me in chronology Oh b'ys I got a bit off track 'Cause when I gets whacked me mind goes black And I starts to attack the microphone with no slack And I needs to have a sat to bring it all back So here we still is in the center of the town Hangin' with the b'ys and the fuckin' Sketch Crowd Even though we don't like those b'ys a lot At the corner of Irving, b'y, we all gets along

Yes b'y, ya knows that I don't like Jesus I'll make him suck me penis And defile him as a fetus Ain't got no respect fer the Church And you can bet that I will blaspheme and besmirch Any motherfuckin' pastor who comes at me and the Master, yace It'll be a disaster For he who tries to convert me eyes I'll cut ya down to size if you'se a priest or a rabbi No religion, no faith, yer like Ringwraiths Fiendin' fer the tithes but I represent the eighth Day that never was 'cause they says it was only seven Days that God made the Earth and rested on the Sabbath However I got a habit of fuckin' like a rabbit I explores hoes bodies like they're North America and I'm John Cabot I takes the muss and I grabs it That ass me dick inhabits Premarital, don't give a fuck about an abbot Sayin' that I'm spreadin' me seed far and wide Like Jack I got a beanstalk that I don't like to hide So if you says that I am goin' to Hell I might as well have a few demon chicks cast under me spell But don't think that it's all about the sex Because I'm vexed about other claims of this witch's hex Like they says the Devil made up the T-Rex Put fake bones in the ground fer scientists to be perplexed But fuck that, do you think that I'm like I.C.P.? As if I don't know how magnets works? Yer a jerk to me You've always been irkin' me And I'll burn the Church down to the ground With a smirk on me face 'Cause I'm a hard case in this place 'Cause G-Town is me birthplace And I don't wanna see it disgraced by the Pentecostal faith And I'll burn 'em like Burzum in Norway And reveal all ya pastors as Two-Face Yer clergy members are all like Harvey Dent Says one thing one time then somethin' else the next So when I steps to ya yer gonna get rekt And get bent outta shape And like Erik Brodreskift I rapes the angels Sodomize 'em wit anal, then give 'em a facial That's how much I gives a fuck about God Fuck the Church, b'y, I'm goin' out on me quad To the Satanic bog See I got beef wit Christianity And I don't give a fuck about my profanity Because God don't exist and I'm an atheist Even though I makes satirical songs for once this is the truth I spits Fuck yer corrupt morality It's all insanity That you tries to regulate me carnality Tellin' me that I can't swear or drink beer Or smoke pot or listen to rock music wit me ears That's all that matters in me life And I likes it if wit sin me life is rife 'Cause tell me what's the point of livin' fer Heaven When I could just get blazed and listen to Devin Townsend And get drunk wit me Town friends And I can tell ya that yer sermons are gonna be on the downtrend And I'm here wit me brown friends Mak Attack on the sound blend Like a fuckin' bullet I'm razzin' 'round the bend To deliver the truth to you'se That's the real reason why I'm comin' through And there ain't a friggin' thing you can do See I drinks the blood of Christ 'cause I'm a vampire And I spits it back in Christians' faces as I lights a fire To bring this monument of punishment to the ground Give me a few Molotovs, this ma' is goin' down Like Cathedral Spires it's a "Charred Steeple" And I does this not for me but for the people Yace, fuck the Church, it's a borin' ol' place If you wants somethin' holy then give me cum a taste 'Cause I'm so good at rappin' I'm a Rap God And I reads from a Book of Pure Evil just like Todd Smith I've been elevated to the status of a myth Don't preach to me or else I willl get in a tiff You'd better not look me in the mouth fer a gift 'Cause I'm a goddamned miracle And between the Church and the town I've caused a rift Yace Fuck the Church Fuck 'em all, b'y Peace

Yes b'y, now here's a friggin' story And I can promise you that it's gonna get gory So if yer squeamish, get the fuck out of me dory And go on back home and watch Maury This is a harrowin' tale of adventure That happened while I was on a drunken bender I went out to the bog lookin' fer shrooms, that was me venture But you'll never guess the ordeal that I went through Me and the b'ys was gettin' loaded one night Out in me shed havin' us a wicked ol' time But I was feelin' a lack of bein' high For some reason the weed that I had wasn't up to my standards It wouldn't get me hammered Probably because I bought it off some sketchbag from Gander But I had an idea for this crisis to get answered So up to Ken Diamond Park I meandered Drunkenly, out in the boons Searchin' 'neath the moon fer some shrooms Listenin' to the croon of the loons Maybe it'd be easier to go and huff some exhaust fumes 'Cause killin' me brain cells is a skeety endeavor And when it comes to findin' shrooms ya knows I'm right clever So I ain't gonna quit the task at hand however I had started to feel a slight change in the weather I got this strange feelin' goin' up me spine As if I wasn't alone out there in the pines So I stood up in the bog and I bawled out "Who's there?" But there was no response, there was only dead air So I figured I was hearin' shit and went back at it On me hands and knees in the boons 'cause I'm a drug addict And I happened upon the fuckin' mudderlode A big cluster of shrooms to help me get stoned "Deadly!" I yelled at the top of me lungs Then I heard the sound of something running Through the bog, crashin' through the logs And not slowin' down even though the ground was right sogged Fear pulsed in me as me heart rate climbed And I looked around to try and get some peace of mind But the noises was real, somethin' bad was afoot As I came face to face in the bog wit Bigfoot Surprise motherfucker! You thought you were alone? You should've know better than to come into my home Uninvited, and now you have sighted Me, and this invasion of privacy will be unrequited You've got some nerve to cross into my territory And here you are tryin' to steal my drug inventory Those shrooms are mine, they're part of my stash Prepare yourself 'cause I'm goin' up in that ass! Yes b'y, I really hate to admit it But that's what happened to me and I gotta live wit it I never thought that I'd ever get such a close look at Nevermind get fucked by Bigfoot I was a slave to the Sasquatch cock And I couldn't escape 'cause he was hard as a rock And he pounded me ass raw out in the sticks I was at the mercy of that cryptid dick And after he had finished and left me a mess I ran for me life, screamin' out expletives Back to me shed I went emptyhanded And the b'ys was gone back home, man, I was stranded And left with the shame of me strange encounter Out in nature where me butthole got browner So you can be sure I won't go back to the logs Never again do I want to be lost in the bog

Yace ya knows that I got me crew And we're always lookin' for somethin' to do Go out on the 'doo or have ourselves a screw And if you fucks wit us well you ain't got a clue But even though we rules Bloody Bay We're not the only crew lookin' to make waves They're brave for tryin' to distribute their mixtapes But their shitbaked And steppin' up to us was a mistake The Sketch Crowd, that's a rival gang But they don't have the methods to compete wit our slang Threatenin' us like they're the rulers of Pyongyang It's beyond tang how sour their voices rang And when I delivers upon you a harangue Ya knows that I'm gonna go in with a bang Razzin' up on ya in the Molester's Mustang To deliver swift swords like I'm straight outta Shenyang But I'm not, I'm straight outta Glovertown And I don't have the patience to deal wit the Sketch Crowd Always at the Irving slingin' their dope around Encroachin' on me territory, that ain't allowed So me and the b'ys starts to commit the drive-bys In a series of fly rides and outport homicides You'se had better fuckin' stay in yer homes 'Cause this town is mine wherever I may roam Death comes swiftly to our nemesis Who thought they could take over our premesis But now I places emphasis upon on yer deficit of benefits That you'se have incurred from actin' wit recklessness Now you'll bear witness to me venomous supremacy Surrender to the genesis of me vocal weaponry I'm the G-Man and I'm committin' a felony As I leaves you all dead in the epitaph of my legacy Is it jealousy? S'pose that's why the Sketch Crowd tries to step to me But I beats up Dickiebird wit the words That now they've heard, their vision's blurred Their speech is slurred and now you'll be interred In the cemetry 'Cause you fucked wit someone legendary This is a warning to any and all adversaries That me methods of murder are strictly pulmonary So you might as well prepare yourself to go into the mortuary 'Cause when it comes to raps I'm a killer flow dispensary But I'm not, I'm straight outta Glovertown And I don't have the patience to deal wit the Sketch Crowd Always at the Irving slingin' their dope around Encroachin' on me territory, that ain't allowed So me and the b'ys starts to commit the drive-bys In a series of fly rides and outport homicides You'se had better fuckin' stay in yer homes 'Cause this town is mine wherever I may roam Vickie Cooper can't fuck wit me Tyler Saunders can't fuck wit me Dylan Maher can't fuck wit me Especially when I got me own crew stuck to me Backin' me up as I razzes in me Mazda 3 Up to the Irving where the Sketch Crowd's sure to be Tellin' them that they'd better be real wit me Are you'se tryin' to fuck wit a G-Towner's legacy? They says "Hell no! We just wants to sell dope!" And I says "Oh, is that so?" Then how do you explain all the bloodstains on the terrain? They said "Sure that's you, b'y, yer fuckin' insane!" And I was like "Oh, so all you wants to do is sell dope?" And they was like "Yes, you violent mofo!" So I put away me gat and I shook their hands "Lets strike up a deal so that we can both expand!" Yes b'y, we're straight outta Glovertown And I got the diplomacy to deal wit the Sketch Crowd Always at the Irving slingin' our dope around Expandin' our territory, that's what it's all about So me and the b'ys starts to commit the drive-bys In a series of fly rides and outport homicides Goin' beyond G-Town our\t to Eastport and Gambo Gang warfare follows us wherever we may roam

B'ys I'm sick of doing the same ol' things That I always raps about in these songs that I sings Gettin' maggotty out in the boons And razzin' in the quad, the truck and the 'doo There's only so much that I can take Of doin' the same shit day after day So let's change things up a little bit And go to Gander to change up this shit First things first, b'ys, who's gonna drive? Needs cash for gas, b'ys, throw me a five Or a ten to send to ol' Ian Poole Throw it in his Caravan, now we're ready to rule Tears down the highway goin' 137 The b'ys in the back, Adam, Shawn, Jake, Tyler and Evan Wit the engine revvin' And the volume to 11 Blastin' Steve Miller and Avenged Sevenfold I'm done with the same ol', same ol' At this point how many beers can me gut hold? Me tolerance is whack Me liver's still intact Gotta down thirty beers before me eyes goes black I'm sick of it, it's all so ridiculous I never thought I'd say that G-Town is meticulous But I needs a new stimulus And don't call this slander But I thinks that we should all go to Gander Glovertown has a lack of fast food I thinks that McDonald's is what's got me in the mood Or we could pay a visit to Subway Guy Who gives us the dirty looks when we comes in past midnight Oh shit, what a fright, do ya see the flashin' lights? RCMP rollin' up on us tonight Askin' us what we're doin' out so late Fuck off, b'ys, you is makin' me irate At Walmart, Adam and Shawn buys the masks Of Iron Man and Spider-Man to have a laugh But when they goes to Tim's to buy themselves a coffee The missus behind the counter says "Frig off or I'll call the cops on ye" Then we goes and picks up Jaimee Harris Heads to EB Games and gets a few games fer free 'Cause that's the kind of reputation that I got As a Glovertown gangster makin' money off of pot Each of us goes off and collects a trollop Then heads up to the airport to give their muss' a wallop Watchin' planes take off as they swallows up I'll be back to soon to give you'se all a follow up 'Cause Gander's got some stuff that G-Town don't But now that I'm here I'm kinda longin' fer home Because this place don't have the right kinda crowd Fuck this, b'ys, let's go back to Glovertown Yace