Cut off Your Tongue - Moscow Death Brigade

Where have you been?

You have never be seen

When the kids on the streets fought the war for the scene

Fit, neat and clean Are you a punk or a skin?

You’ve seen it on the screen but do you know what it means?

Blood, sweat and tears, surviving the darkest years

Following your dreams, facing fears, hope disappears

Stabbed by your peers, but never betray your way

We’re here to stay and fuck what they say !

Hey little rich boy toy don’t you look at me

Before this scene ended up with the tragedy

Talking shit, spreading lies, who believes your hype

And I denounce violence but not against your type

Loose lips sink ships, yours sink fleets

Watch your tongue or get done, boot to your ribs

Time to quit your shit that nobody needs

Before body hits concrete and your fucking head splits

You are a style snatcher, a grimy rhyme stealer

I oppose you I’m the original microphone killer

Break your chicken neck, we are back and you are done

MDB has come to cut off your snake tongue

No one likes cops, no one likes traitors

No one likes rats, snitches and collaborators

No one likes haters, social network agitators

Internet debater-warriors, PC dictators

You don’t belong, you got the situation wrong

Running your mouth, spreading rumors all night long

You don’t come along, you sing the same old song

Better go home to your MTV and a bong

Fuck the two-faced scum, fuck the fencewalkers

Snitches got stitches and talkers got walkers

We spit this street shit for the punk rockers

For the skinheads, metal maniacs and train yard stalkers

For everybody who is true to the game

Worldwide underground and you know the name

We paid the price and the damage is done

If you try to ruin this we’ll cut off your snake tongue