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SLAM!

Bam! Slam! You're rockin’ with the right gang
Beyond the trend, Moscow Death Brigade, man
Metal, mental, Rap, Punk, Oi!
Slam! Let us bring the noise!
Bam! Slam! You rockin’ with the right gang
Beyond the trend, Moscow Death Brigade, man
Metal, mental, Rap, Punk, Oi!
Slam! Let the bois be bois!

All I need is one mic, one can, one train
Wash, rinse, repeat, complete, do it again
The rhymes that I spit are on the tip of my pen
We do it for our clan, in the van again, we got a plan
Hit the road, I wanna make your speakers explode
Anna Frank Army, we’re starving, no safe mode
Beware the underdog, we make music for sick freaks
My lyrics got more riddles than Twin Peaks, your brain trips
My accent’s weird but my style is extraordinary
Our crew is feared and all your friends are imaginary
We mercenaries, the bloody vikings of the beat
I burn the eyes of spies with fiery rhymes I spit
No reason to look back and laugh, out of step
My music to your ears is like reality slap
Circle pit rap, we invented this shit
We speak with the replitial tongues, venomous spit

Elitist scene police, snitches, backstabbers
Badly batter backward propagandists and cowards
Slit the wrists of racist bastards and Hitler lovers
Your head split, I spit harder, than Dilophosaurus
You get sick, toxic gas seeps through your pores
Lisp betrays your snake tongue, it gets torn out,
Ill-willing xenophobes get their frontal lobes destroyed
Critics and insignificant opinions ignored
Dangerous reptilian from Crimson Dominion
One in a million, mastermind of killing sprees
Undeniably obedient pawns, blank stare
Media induced comatose, crows in the air
Fire and brimstone, we fight, you get owned
We slam, you get blown away by this flow
You can't stop this horde, your fake team's deplored
Our legion roars, Return of the Warlords

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