It's us

It's the MDB Deranged. Break necks! Time to slam 

What does it spell? It spells MDB my friend 
Still in the game, [bad word] your fame, gonna ride till the end 
Aim to offend, here to stand, we’ll defame your lame band 
Bound to the underground sound, that’s what we represent 

We’re blasting heavy metal, we’re raising another ghetto 
Pedal to the metal, rattle, ready for another battle 
Sting your skin like a nettle, our message is fundamental 
Decapitate your cattle, going bigger while you’re going mental 

We’re out to get'em steal the paint to paint the steel 
Still spit what we feel, skill is ill, we need a thrill 
Hop a fence, hit a train, bring the pain, disappear 
Uzi-suicide is better than a suicide pill 

We never stop This music makes your eyes pop 
It helps you dodge a cop, whether you believe or not 
Hit the road, have a blast, sleep on someone’s floor 
Going nowhere fast, want more, one, two - go! 

Hook 

I’m not the finest rapper I might lose the easiest battle 
So many kids on the streets whose flow is way better 
Rhymes fatter Why be something that you’re not? 
But our music's making kids bash [bad word] on the parking lot 

It makes'em start training, it makes'em go to gym 
And when they come for you, son, you’re done, you better scream 
It makes'em start bands It makes'em kill trains 
It puts the chemical of freedom straight in their veins 

Working hard for our fam, days are running 
Rhyming, train bombing, yeah, you know how we coming 
They call us vandals, goons, crooks, shady criminals 
looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

We don’t teach, we don’t preach and we can’t show the way 
We’re just surviving daily grind each and every day 
We make the music, spray the paint, no matter what they say 
Believe me I paid the dues that I had to pay 

It's the MDB's Moscow Death Killabees You all have been warned 
We are the swarm