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