Moscow Death Brigade - 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