Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Throw Ya Canz , by - Moscow Death Brigade. Release date: 16.05.2019
Song language: English
Throw Ya Canz |
| Hoods Up, Hoods Up, metal hair, dreads |
| Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head |
| One can, two can, three can, four |
| Spitting vile, mad crocodile |
| Hoods Up, Hoods Up, metal hair, dreads |
| Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head |
| One can, two can, three can, four |
| MDB’s back, Protect your neck! |
| Ghetto Teen Titans, Reptile Alliance |
| We don’t fight like lions we fight like the crocodiles |
| Pulverize the liars, meat cleaver to the deceiver |
| Bringing you two to your liver, send you to Oblivion |
| Never stay quite, about to start riot |
| Can’t hide it, they can’t deny it, I’m David versus Goliath |
| This flow is radical, based on a secret chemical |
| Chase em like a mechanical cannibal, we tyrannical |
| Here is something you can’t understand |
| More than a band, it’s a techno rap metal command |
| Heads begin to bang, you’re caught in a mosh fever |
| So you better call me Paul, we deliver you to evil |
| Crocodile villains, we party with the reptilians |
| Hurt your feelings, we’re chosen few against the millions |
| Rhyme spitters, don’t fuck with us, we’re the damage dealers |
| Sick of your society, violently we erode the pillars |
| You always fall into traps like General Ackbar |
| I bring the undeniable vibe of Death Star |
| Circle Pit synth rap and heavy metal guitars |
| Running with the devil forever and doing whole cars |
| Get funky! |
| For Boltcutter press «1» |
| Escaping City 17 with a crowbar |
| Murder on the dancefloor. |
| Mosh with the Deathclaws |
| Crows from the ghetto, no matter — the story goes on |
| Made this rhyme to create a little difference |
| For numerous of those who exist against the ignorance |
| Against human hating venom from the kennels |
| Or witch-hunting radicals, time to turn the tables |
| This music breaks walls and it amps souls |
| The kids in my pit will leave your tanks stalled |
| They come from a place you can not come from |
| And they possess enough insight to send you to the Terror Dome |
| Gargoyles leering from the stone walls of Babylon |
| Mask wearing fiend — the reptilian phenomenon |
| Aggravating alligator-herder, the Emperor Crocodile cult supporter |
| Original Crocomuffin freestyler |
| For criminals and truth finders |
| Underground rave defiler |
| Doze your enabling hate in fire |
| Renegade brigade of Metal-Ragga-croco-lions |
| Hoods Up, Hoods Up, metal hair, dreads |
| Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head |
| One can, two can, three can, four |
| We’re back, MDB in effect |
| Hoods Up, Hoods Up, metal hair, dreads |
| Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head |
| One can, two can, three can, four |
| Spitting vile, mad crocodile |