Dead Zone

"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"