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Toronto’s controversial mayor releases a defiant hip hop music video aimed at his haters.

*We apologize if you thought we meant another video. We, uh, don’t have that one.

For those who like to sing along, here are the lyrics:
 


FORD BOYZ 4 LIFE

Rob Ford: 

I’m the mayor! Half man … half drugs

Ask our mom / Ford boys, that’s what’s up.

Repping hard for Etobicoke, really tho.

I don’t smoke, and there may be no video.

Not into bike lanes, I like Escalades

Eyes glazed, I read the Sun while I switch lanes

Frig off, kid, don’t give me a thumbs down

Go run some laps. I run this town.

Who’s the boss? Don Bosco’s loss.

Fuckin’ minorities, couldn’t catch a kickoff.

Who else got beef? _ Cracked-out Somalis?

I said there’s no tape, let’s hear some apologies.

While we’re at it, yeah Trudeau’s a faggot.

Print that, you buncha Toronto Star maggots.

Does Steve Harper party at your house, you pricks?

Douggie for Premier. Now that’s a hat trick.


[chorus]

We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere

We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s FORD BOYS for life

We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere

We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s FORD BOYS for life


Doug Ford:

Hey yo straight from the Royal York

D Ford. Your boy if y’all need more than a quarter.

Back to the house, weigh it in mom’s basement

Robbie never touches scales. He’s blameless.

Not hash. Deco Labels and Tags.

Built Ford Tough, stick on-swag.

Pops sold by the piece. I sell by the pound.

Robbie, tell em. It’s gravy baby, goin round.

So what if Kathy rolled with the Klan?

Check the tan. I’m a working class brown man.

We bleed blue. Like the colour of our collars.

Happy birthday, Rob. We got you an Impala.

Ford Nation! Grabbin asses, cutting classes.

Y’all don’t like it, grab some press passes.

What’s the best part of this fuss over drugs?

You don’t even remember the judge, fuckin chumps.


[repeat chorus]