Artist: Dungeon Masta f/ D the Dragon, Lost Secret Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Blown Out Da Frame Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Dungeon Masta] Who said dead men can't party too, muthafuckas? Don't ya'll know what this shit is, son? We taking this shit straight from the muthafucking graveyards to the clubs Dumb muthafuckas, knowhatimean? What ya'll know about that shit, son? D the Dragon, Metatron, Dungeon Masta [Chorus 4X: D the Dragon] Blaow! Blown out the frame Fuck around with the Chambersquad, all you get is blood stains [Dungeon Masta] First of all, give me a pound of that shit Try to find me in a club, homey, you gon' need some foglights I'm hugged up on a fat ass chick, sniffin' her famo' Shorty said salutions to the meaty bone Will Wonka Electrify your pussy hairs like I'm Blanca Spit hot acid up in your shorty cuz I wanta Split your melon cap and make your toes curl Fuck that, you could of had a trip around the world, stupid I know your type, I dealt wit cats like you all of my life You lucky I don't split your throat for that crab shit Listen, ma, you don't know who you fucking with, I try to tell you I'm not having that bullshit, I try to tell you [Chorus 4X] [D the Dragon] I hate this fucking world, and everything about it Most rappers today, ain't got no fucking talent It's the Pisces, and the Scorpio King We dare profane cats, to jump inside the ring Meta's throwing daggers, I'm swinging guillotines With the strength of Superman, and the mind of Stephen King Ain't nobody fucking around with the Chamber team Swinging gauges at your neck, for the fucking disrespect I only hang with Masons cuz they got intellect I'm only doing business if you fucking cashing checks A Killa Bee Mason on the square in the west And if you dying to get rich then I suggest you pack a vest [Chorus 2X] [Archangel Metatron] Boom, ahhh chill, it's just me The Metatron coming out, killing any MC Wait, wait, wait, wait, you think you special or something? Boy, you best to step, cuz when I grab the mic, niggas get wrecked So many questions, I hear so many questions Everyday, somebody got a question What your tattoo mean, what's that around your neck What are you doing, like what what what -- shut the fuck up! I don't got time to tame a profane mind I'm busy, I got to go --- drop a deuce or something And no, I'm not telling you the Lost Secret That's why, it's a fucking Lost Secret It's lost, it's secret, then peep it, you don't get it It's all good though, cuz, I'm not really frustrated And I don't give a fuck if you don't know what I'm saying Metaphysical, metabolic, metatronic bombs Mastermind, a mechanical masterpiece From the flames of double headed phoenixes, you love penises [Chorus 4X] [Hook 2X: Dungeon Masta] I heard you like to party, get down, and drink Henny Pour me some, Courvosier, Remy Christian Brothers, kind of be, I shall agree And if you drink, it doesn't matter, more for me [Outro: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] Ya'll muthafuckas really really thought you was smart Ya'll must be fucking stupid, ya'll muthafucking cornball ass muthafuckas It's another G-Clef Da Mad Komposa production, I ain't going no muthafucking where Bitch ass niggas