Fliptrix – Frontline Terror Lyrics
Lyrics
- When there is no more room in hell
- The dead will walk the Earth
Fliptrix
- Body parts flying life's hard like cars dyeing
- Wanna say its gunna get better but im part flying
- So gutter make a widows star sign start crying
- Pain in the liquid form drippin' from my torn eyelid
- Situation volatile
- Operation trident
- All i here is war talk court orders more violence
- Far from a walk in the park its a minefield
- Pressures building up about to blow
- Thats how my mind feels
- Never use my signature
- No ones got the right deals
- Clutching at my mic skills
- And running for the high heels
- 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 dilagence beat.
Chorus x2
- We hold it down with the frontline terror
- Raising the ground up
- Gutter style forever
- Lace your roots
- Mask up and dont mess up
- Hold it down on the frontline
- The frontline
Ramson Badbonez
- Check out my frontline terror
- Rendering error makers
- Im the pressure blending babies
- In the shredder for my leasure
- Make her bru the naked crew
- Who came into this danger room
- With barbarians war im the wanderers in ancient spooz
- My coalition holds position
- Im the war cloud
- You bought your little sister in the whore house
- With her draws down
- Karich the garcy
- Had to get her knickers off for half a gram of marley
- Im smacked arms and tracks
- Im carving shanks from larva lamps
- Heavy artillery blasting you imagery
- Pandemonium in the street
- But no police to walk the beat
- Fake fuckers catchin that map
- Cuddling face huggers
- Alien smugglers got map
- Krusader space chuggers
- Open up the stash and load that gat
- And let it vent
- Holy book fanatics wont back chat
- My seventh sense
- An old man with gifted ears
- and a twisted beared
- Who disappeared nine hundred years ago
- Speaking like sixty years
- In chronological or alphabetacal order
- I grab the neck of your daughter
- And splash her head in the water
- Sawn off shotty filled up with copper coins
- And hot lead
- Gate crashing your complex with no feds
- To drop dead
- My frontline terror
- Whatever the weather apply the pressure
- Blend your friends up in the shredder for my leasure
- My frontline terror
- Whatever the weather apply the pressure
- Blend your friends up in the shredder for my leasure