Frontline Terror - Fliptrix, Jam Baxter, Ramson Badbonez

When there is no more room in hell

The dead will walk the Earth

Body parts flying life’s hard like cars dying

Wanna say its gonna get better but I’m past lying

So gotta make a widows star sign start crying

Pain in the liquid form drippin' from my torn eyelid

Situation volatile

Operation trident

All I hear is war talk, court orders more violence

Far from a walk in the park its a minefield

Pressures building up about to blow

That’s how my mind feels

Never use my signature

No ones got the right deals

Clutching at my mic skills

And running for the high hills

Puffin' on a blunt is death

Clucking for some nice thrills

Losing my emotions that I thought I was designed to feel

Knowing deep inside

That its something only time will heal

Like turning people into road kill behind the wheel

Close your eyes see them still

Still a still life still dead skulls fractured

Road 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 'cos your ghost holds the warranty burn

Your body in a quarantine

Search for your inner peace

Abandon that grief stack cans like police

The tactical man thinks deep on the Dillijence beat

We hold it down with the frontline terror

Raising the ground up

Gutter style forever

Lace your boots

Mask up and don’t mess up

We hold it down on the frontline

The frontline

Check out my frontline terror

Rendering error makers

Under pressure blending babies

In the shredder for my pleasure

Make and brew the naked crew

Who came into this danger room

With barbarians, warmongers, wanderers and ancient spooks

My coalition holds position

Under war clouds

You caught your little sister in the whore house

With her drawers down

Convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off

For half a gram of kali or smack, arms with tracks

I’m carving shanks from lava lamps

Heavy artillery blasting you imagery

Pandemonium in the street

And no police to walk the beat

Fake fuckers catchin that map

Cuddling face huggers

Alien smugglers got map

Crusader space chuggers

Open up the stash and load 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 years

In chronological or alphabetical order

I grab the neck of your daughter

And splash her head in the water

Sawn off shotty full up with copper coins

And hot lead

Gate crashing 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

Yeah

Frontline territory

Barrel full of big fish

Splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes

Mid-winter winds whistle rattlin' the bin lids

Iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets

The cackling of witches

Drifts in the citadel

More tell-a penny skets flipped in the wishing well

Rusting

Never dig 'em out, might catch something

That drunken yatt’d every man up in the man a busting

Man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky

Lagged off the Drambuie mashed to a jam smoothie (mad boozy)

Gash up on my lap tryna chat to me

Stomach pain’s feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me

Frontline pterodactyl

Check the wingspan

Check the stickman’s blistering skin

Hangman 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, smashed glass underfoot

Another night another shubs conking in another bush

Wondrous times, age of calamity

Frontline sailor on waves of depravity