Frontline Terror

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When there is no more room in hell... The dead will walk the earth Body parts flying, life's hard like cast iron Wanna say it's gonna get better but I'm past lying Soul gutter, make a widow's glass eye, start crying Pain in a liquid form dripping from my torn eyelids Situation volatile, Operation Trident All I hear is war talk, court orders, more violence Far from a walk in the park, it's a minefield Pressure's building up, about to blow, that's how my mind feels Never use my signature, no-one's got the right deals Clutching at my mic skills and running for the high hills Puffing on a blunt of death, clucking for some nice quills Losing my emotions that I thought I was designed to feel Knowing deep inside that it's something only time will heal Like turning people into roadkill behind the wheel Close your eyes, see 'em still, still as still life Still dead, skull's fractured, world collapses Rotten corpse, broken mattress Candle lit, total sadness Falling backwards into holes of blackness So follow me, let your soul get captured With no return, 'cause your ghost holds the warranty Burn your body in the quarantine, search for your inner peace Abandon that grief, backhand slap police The tactical man thinks deep on a Dillijence beat We hold it down with the frontline terror Raising the ground up, gotta style forever Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up We hold it down on the frontline, the frontline We hold it down with the frontline terror Raising the ground up, gotta style forever Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up We hold it down with the frontline pressure Check out my frontline terror Rendering error makers under pressure Blending babies in the shredder for my pleasure They can brew the naked crew who came into this danger room With barbarians, war mongers, wanderers and ancient spooks My coalition holds position under war clouds Caught your little sister in the whorehouse with her drawers down Convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off for half a gram Of Charlie on smack, arms and tracks And carving shanks from lava lamps Heavy artillery blasting your imagery Pandemonium in the street and no police to walk the beat Fake fuckers catch a nap-nap, cuddling face huggers Alien smugglers got mad, crusader space truckers Open up the stash, unload that gat and let it vent Holy book fanatics won't back chat, my seventh sense An old man with gifted ears and a twisted beard Who disappeared nine hundred years ago speaking like sixty beards In chronological or alphabetical order I grab the neck of your daughter and splash her head in the water Sawed-off shotty full up with copper coins and hot lead Gatecrash your complex with 'nuff feds to drop dead My frontline terror, whatever the weather Apply the pressure, blend your friends Up in the shredder for my pleasure My frontline terror, whatever the weather Apply the pressure, blend your friends Up in the shredder for my pleasure We hold it down with the frontline terror Raising the ground up, gotta style forever Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up We hold it down on the frontline, the frontline We hold it down with the frontline terror Raising the ground up, gotta style forever Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up We hold it down with the frontline pressure Frontline territory, barrel full of big fish Splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes Midwinter winds whistle rattling the bin lids Iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets The cackling of witches drifts in the citadel More ten a penny skets flipped in the wishing well Rusting, never dig 'em out, might catch something That drunken yatt has every man up in the manor busting Man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky Lagged off the dry and bouilli mashed to a jammed smoothie Mad boujie gash up on my lap tryna catch through me Stomach pains, feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me Frontline pterodactyl, check the wingspan Check the stick man's blistering skin hang Man turned his brain to a black and blue jelly, I Guess he chased one dragon too many, right? But the city never takes prisoners and never sleeps Even if the skies rain Valium instead of sleet Even as the heavens weep tears on decrepit streets Still stay grubby as the shoes on my sweating feet Creep, smash glass underfoot Another night, another shoobs conking in another bush Wanderous times, age of calamity Frontline sailor on the waves of depravity Nel cielo passano le nuvole Che vanno verso il mare Sembrano fazzoletti bianchi Che salutano il nostro volare When there is no more room in hell... The dead will walk the earth