Rural Team

In the moonlight
Bad hours, dark streets
My brother beats you with a trash can
This shit gets us hard

Zero censorship, torture team
I don't care about the kilos they take from you
With my Rural Team that escapes
Your pack has gone silent

The mix of alcohol and grams
The poisoned drinks
The looks of the disturbed
We enter the club all possessed

We don't last five minutes
We all come out hooded
Glasses flying, sticks
Start the M3, we're out of here

Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Bloodstains on the sneakers
The bouncers calling the cops
Next time you keep it to yourself

Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
We stole Barrabas' beard
My kind clapping hands
Familiar with weapons

If things get tense
My pack doesn't even think about it
We select the prey
We distribute rewards

Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Bloodstains on the sneakers
The bouncers calling the cops
Next time you keep it to yourself

Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
We stole Barrabas' beard
My kind clapping hands
Familiar with weapons

Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass
Hoo-Hoo-Hooligan, put on the hardbass