I be carvin, MC’s when I’m starvin (I’m hungry)
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
Get off me, I’m not your softie
But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to them
The Toronto Maple Leafs do not scare me. The Leafs are so young that they should expect tr*mp to barge into their locker room unannounced when they visit the Capitals in the first round. That youth comes with blistering team speed, yes, that thing that kills the Bruins. Speed is great in November and December, but these are the dying days of March, when the style of play shifts league-wide.