Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boltcutter, artist - Moscow Death Brigade. Album song Boltcutter, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 25.01.2018
Record label: Rebel Sound
Song language: English
Boltcutter |
| Boltcutter, boltcutter, we’re from the same gutter |
| We came to bring the pain — out to gut them |
| Cut metal like butter, skeleton key in my backpack |
| Boltcutter goes Click-Clack |
| Keep calm, please, back down, shed no tear |
| I’ve got the keys from your city right here |
| I’ve got the keys from you train lay up right here |
| Strike in the night and then we disappear |
| Like a buccaneer I bring the fear to your shore |
| We gonna rip and tear like you’ve never seen before |
| Oh, ready for battle to settle the score |
| We want more, just like Dora we explore |
| We’re the true players we bring the crew with us |
| Looters, solicitors, bottom feeders |
| Never ever looking back — no rest for the sinners |
| Ski mask, urban Olympics — we’re the winners |
| Who beat up your Nazis? |
| Who steal your jobs? |
| Who paint your trains, who pump up your clubs |
| Run from your cops, make them really heavy bass-drops |
| Get all the props, who’s that? |
| That’s us! |
| Boltcutter cuts through the bone |
| Hate speech, lies, PC-farce. |
| Boltcutter represents where I’m from |
| The truth for the youth with a microphone |
| Against the boneheads, fanatics and xenophobes |
| I’m not a backpacker but I’ve got a back pack |
| Full of spray cans, spare track suit and a ski mask |
| All-city, vandal squad, no one asked your opinion |
| Feeling like you’re being too obedient |
| Bend it out, bend it in, break open the steel bars |
| As far as you can see fabricated cases are widespread |
| Youth jailed for exaggerated crimes |
| Generation of degeneration — blood runs dry |
| Pry out the fences reinforced barbed wire |
| Retire inhumane conditions of animals worldwide |
| Boltcutter cuts cages open — let them out! |
| Poachers and illegal hunters — put them behind bars |
| I’ve got pounds of bountiful lyrics, loud and likable riddims |
| Pissing off critics, mushroom-brain Clickers and no-brain critters |
| Crispy rhymes too hard to comprehend and then my accent is bad and awful — |
| Straight Outta Moscow! |
| Preposterous, crass and boisterous |
| Press your face against the glass, bass and vocals |
| Our fans are like locust |
| Bass-acid dropping Thrash Metal locos |
| They’ve got lots of torque, torches, scythes, sickles, hatchets and pitchforks |