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, [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
We speak with the replitial tongues, venomous spit 

Elitist scene police, snitches, backstabbers 
Badly batter backward propagandists and cowards 
Slit the wrists of racist [bad word] and Hitler lovers 
Your head split, I spit harder, than [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  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