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Lyrics:
I’m Connor McDavid, it’s quite a honor to be so splendid, I’m not a goner cause I’ve been so loyal, my strive to never be foiled has been well oiled, like my team name sake, I got a dream, redeem why the fame make or break here for some, cause ‘um, you know Gretzky played here, let’s be respectful, there ain’t another other like the perfectful skating king, I ain’t debating a thing, but I got my own shit in good hands, grown throne shit, since a kid I been holding my own in the zone wit’, racking points, I’m stacking joints of trophies, Art Ross, my heart boss, as for you who think you smart, loss, toss you aside, the ride is here to go please, Edmonton, headin’ win to the Stanley Cup, can we, yup! We gonna do that, on a new plaque write us, we is that cool cat. We do that, oh yeah, yeah we do that. The local Canadian, is a focal at skating in, these puck games, fuck lames that struck thangs just tryna fight, my fist more than aight, aight!
I’m Sid The Kid, AKA Crosby, I slid, plenty on the ice and did, all this shit so nice, no skid. Y’all is lit when I score for Pitt, many twice in the same game shit, soaring wit’ the boarding hit, I’ll check you if I need to wreck you, heed to me if you wanna learn, how to live up to the hype, feed me that one timer pass, I don’t give up, I wow as I snipe, ripe shots through, I gots to score, soar more for sure, I’m gonna burn goalies, tough luck, for those who chose to oppose me, it’s rough, you suck, and fuck it you could be Godzilla and I’d take ya down, you’se an odd fella tryna step to me, yep I see ya attempts, Penguins the best, Seguins at rest, he’s nothing, I ain’t bluffing, and to any other sucka fucka who wanna be stomped, I trample you, Ovi can get it too, know me damn well do all that shit I spew. Fuck It, Sid The Kid is through.
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- Hip-hop & Rap