Click-clack, steel on my back,
AK-47, the power’s in the crack.
Simple as a toy, deadly as a beast,
Kids in the jungle, kings of the streets.
Locked and loaded, born in the fire,
Press that trigger, watch the world expire.
From the hands of men to the hands of a child,
The weapon of the people, the world’s gone wild.


""Калашников в руках, жизнь на кону,
Смерть летит вперёд, я тебя найду.
Просто и быстро, как раз, два, три,
Оружие разрушения, это судьба внутри.""


Blood on the soil, tears in the dirt,
This machine breathes death, makin’ the world hurt.
No need for skill, no need for age,
Just point and shoot, unleash the rage.
In the hands of a killer or the hands of a kid,
AK’s the reaper, don’t care what you did.
From Africa to the Middle East,
The Kalashnikov’s gospel spreads like a beast.


Funk bass drops, but the rhythm’s in the rounds,
Every bullet’s a beat, every shot rebounds.
This ain’t no game, this ain’t no show,
It’s a world of pain where the bodies flow.
The king of destruction, cheap and mean,
The Kalashnikov dream, a nightmare unseen.


""Калашников в руках, жизнь на кону,
Смерть летит вперёд, я тебя найду.
Просто и быстро, как раз, два, три,
Оружие разрушения, это судьба внутри.""


Sprayin’ lead, playin’ god,
Takin’ lives with a nod.
From the mountains high to the cities low,
Kalashnikov’s rule, everybody knows.
The trigger’s a lever, the power’s in your hand,
You can take a life, don’t need to understand.
The devil’s tool, born of war’s womb,
Bringin’ death quick, and peace to the tomb.


The barrel’s cold, but the world is hot,
Every shot fired, another soul forgot.
The Kalashnikov sings, a lullaby of pain,
In this world of madness, it’s the king that reigns.