There is a noble and storied tradition of fans making mean rap songs about their preferred team’s opponent. Today, on the day of Game Seven, RMNB joins that tradition.

Turn it up.

Lyrics

ya bunch of jerks
get worked
here’s a diss track from the caps
it’s time for your nap
I’ll discuss my favorite map
it’s Mercator
Justin Williams is a traitor
y’all can’t score you’re just like me as a 10th grader
Nino Niederreiter
he’s fine, he’s no Teravainen, but he’s tryin
Pesce whine because Tom Wilson’s borderline
snap shot on Mrazek, it’s tragic, he doesn’t see ’em
hey, Dougie Hamilton, what’s up, you belong in a museum
sucks about Svechnikov
got his block knocked off
it’s insanity, it’s calamity, or is it toxic masculinity
and an entire industry that dismisses traumatic injury
can you feel me
can you hear this
or is it goalie interference?

you’re the whalers
you’re failures
you’re late-career John Cena
you’re abandoned like a tenement like PNC arena
Don Cherry thinks you suck because you’re fun and that’s dumb
but Justin Williams is so old he could be Brett Connolly’s large adult son

You’re playing with house money and you’re busting
so Faulk your team like Justin
you’re folding like the AAF, Tom Dundon
lemme eat another funyun, I’m nervous
your expected goals luxurious
my friends are kinda Canes bi-curious
but I’m not
I’m stable
Sebastian is a-hole
the storm surge was a ploy to get the fans up to the table
which I’m flipping
and you’re slipping
on the vinegar-based dressing which is inferior to Memphis barbecue
I’m telling you Kuznetsov’s gonna ruin you