Dead Zone - CZARFACE

«Gods are serving bound and bound like an.»

«Huge battle axe causing pain»

1 — Inspectah Deck]

In the dead zone souls are forgotten where they forever roam

Terrordome, desolate echoes remember this is home, taking devils on

The Rebel’s sure to rep it 'til they carve his name in stone

I’m trekkin' through the desert still in search of any life

I’ve turned in many nights

There’s rumors of survivors, no trace of them in sight

My mental as my guide

I’m trapped in total darkness

Still I could see regardless

Cause there’s fire in my eyes

Like the House of a 1, 000 Corpses

Your bound to get bound and tortured

Down with your crown and fortress

Zombies surround the porches

Solomon Grundy central

Who’s going through the window

Our fate is still in limbo

Skull and crossbones is the symbol

And no one will report this cause vultures, they ate the sources

Rifles in the hand like Al Qaeda forces, they blazing torches

Not scared to act, a nomadic traveler always packing

Just keep an eye out cause anything could happen

«Walk straight but don’t walk late»

«Just waiting to destroy»

«How delightful»

«As the rebels set up camp they were being watched»

2 — Inspectah Deck]

Zombieland, waited to kill him not with the shottie blast

Undead, cut off the head, burn the body fast

Pray to god we last, they’ll damn another victim

We’ll just wait for dawn to pass but for now play our position

Daybreak, me, 7, Es chose to stay awake

Silhouette appears through the trees, I see a stranger face

Stay away, don’t fall into a trap and now he running straight this way

No time for falling back

Yeah

Murder by metal axes, certain like death and taxes

For in our weapons caches, no mercy, reverend the baptist

We light a book of matches, no one could catch us dozin'

We got our focus frozen, German Sheperds they opposin'

Zombies are jaded and supernaturally we animated

Out for blood and guts and every cut that you contaminated

And those infected hunt the uninfected while we in a bunker

Saying come and get it, rummaging through melee weapons

Now keep it calm wielding maces and police batons

Most our people gone, walking dead with bloody sneakers on

Fuck it’s too late to free 'em, Rage virus Ozzie Guillen

Omega men they call us, last of the human beings

Picture that this is the metaphor of true MCing

Only a few remain, the rest won’t use their brain

Ready, aim, jugular vein, they’ll bite anything, insane

The dead zone is the same

«How interesting»

«But they always throw in a body»

«In the dead zone»

«Walk straight but don’t walk late»