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(To the tune of Poppin' Them Thangs)
Scorin' Them Goals
Every team we go through
All the play-ers around know my whole crew (Tender what)
We win games like we supposed to
We'll be in front of that net and we be scorin' them goals
After '05 my baby junior team kicked my *** out
I laughed my *** off, I'm here with friend Perez and I don't pout
Got my sticks, bent the blades so I can shoot these pucks
All the goalies are afraid but I don't give a ****
I'll preach a sermon 'bout hockey, I'm worth every dollar
I'll own your punk cities, like Pleks owns turtleneck collar
Thats all for now, it's late
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