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