Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face the Clan, artist - Siberian Meat Grinder. Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Song language: English
Face the Clan |
| My flow is brutal like Cannibal Corse’s «Vile» |
| Blessed for the quest, looking for the best style |
| You’re dressed to impress, you pest, I’m dressed to decimate |
| Fireball, we bomb them all like «Pure Hate» |
| Too late — we’re banging right on your door |
| Your bodies hit the floor |
| Told you before |
| Won by knockout, you know the score |
| Again and again |
| One spray can, one microphone and one pen |
| Bear with the iron hand, it’s all planned |
| I strike the mic and you face the clan |
| You know how we go — we’re waving the black flag |
| I give you two red pills — it’s a reality check |
| You best protect ya neck, comin' correct |
| Full speed ahead, run you over, never looking back |
| Too late — we’re banging right on your door |
| Your bodies hit the floor |
| Told you before |
| Won by knockout, you know the score |
| Again and again |
| One spray can, one microphone and one pen |
| Bear with the iron hand, it’s all planned |
| I strike the mic and you face the clan |
| Here is something you can’t understand |
| Bear Clan can stomp a man |
| I come from Siberian slum, son, you’re done |
| You and what army? |
| Disarm you, you’d better run |
| I’m from the Killa Killa Hill, we’re the real deal |
| I’m licensed to ill, son, you got to chill |
| You are trained gorillas, no will, you just steal |
| We’re the train yard guerrillas with a license to kill the steel |
| Too late — we’re banging right on your door |
| Your bodies hit the floor |
| Told you before |
| Won by knockout, you know the real score |