Could there possibly be anything more Canadian than making a song entirely out of hockey equipment?

I don’t know you tell me

Slide on your bitch like a hockey stick
Come get your mans he was talking shit
Had to learn a lesson ya we taught it quick
Me and my boys we on top of it okay let’s go

I mother fucking rocked em
You shoulda heard em talking
Tough behind my back but they
Quiet when I walk in
Liquify that
Boy god damn they
Had to bring the mop in
Made him fly like Mary poppins
And then I had your lady sopping
Okay like
Woah that a bit extreme
Really ain’t that mеan but you know
If you test the team
You donе messed with me and that won’t fly We can’t let that slide
Not your regular guys
We ride or die
Damn you looking like a kids meal
We all supersized
Slide on your bitch like a hockey stick
Come get your mans he was talking shit
Had to learn a lesson ya we taught it quick
Me and my boys we on top of it okay let’s go

Frigg off why don’t ya kick rocks bud
You’ve been chirping
Ya you’re all talk bud
Drop your gloves
Ya know you’ve got a loss coming
Don’t be beaking less you
Know how to toss punches
Said I’ll rearrange your chiclets if you
Risk it for the biscuit, he was
Chirping for a minute but now
All I hear is Crickets

I sent your girl a message and
It seemed like she was with it cause she
Sent me back some pictures, let me
Tell ya they’re explicit

Slide on your bitch like a hockey stick
Come get your mans he was talking shit
Had to learn a lesson ya we taught it quick
Me and my boys we on top of it okay let’s go