Artist: Dungeon Masta f/ J.F. Pimp, Struxx Denali Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Crak Musik Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Dungeon Masta] Hey there, look, huh, see? What the hell is that? Hey there, look, huh, see? What the hell is that? Hey there, look, huh, see? What the hell is that? I see you with that duffle bag, you ain't going nowhere with that [Struxx Denali] See I had to grab they heads to this one If you want some, come get some, just another hit of infliction It's pain and agony, I cause crucial confliction I'm so raw, I'm like blood hype, the newest addicton Yeah, they see the speech know the sky is the limit Getting high, live it, so you know this is no gimmick Reach the highest of the highest plateau, I need my cash flow Ain't no shortcuts, don't need to take no backroads Blow ya dutches in the air, go ahead and light one Bullhorn sticking out my head look like a viking Aight son, building my ego, therefore I might stun I got swords, swing 'em around, I'm on to slice something Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm quite stubborn Quick to put a little seed in ya wife's stomach I won't cop ya CD, but I might dub it Headed straight to the bank, with fine thumbprint [Chorus 2X] [J.F. Pimp] Go with the crack music and your ears under attack Produce a blue and for you to hear A chick and lock hair wave, calling her face head Raging like Chris Benoit, calling it wasted Like cottage, subliminal, shots to the bang Diabolical, criminal, get lost in the game Hustle in the shit, like Bisquick Baking wax like baking soda handling biscuits Now you back in this, polluting more than a drug cartel Murder action, luger shots to the thugs in jail Spoken word, bitch, don't get cracked Speakers up, sir, don't think you could rap Big dubs with your insync crap on the block While you Akon and sing with straps Not guns, more like a veteran's rage Only chick I ride for is scandalous bitch, don't get played [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] Last night changed it all Before you could walk, even stalk, look, learn to crawl And I know lotta ya ass hating, plotting on my demise I mean really son, I don't care, just watch me rise And then I spent my verbal presentation, to be sore like a bore I gave you Project Oblivion, yeah, I know you want more I had to pay this mo'fo, said please, can you watch the door? Of course, I'm talking wreckless, that's what my fans pay me for I owe this to the chatter, really doesn't matter it Cuz that end of conversation, I choose to ignore Whining muthafuckas gonna make me make the blood pour Snitch ass muthafuckas make me wanna swiss cheese adore Break this niggas ankles, watch his bitch ass hit the fucking floor Yes my Clanzmen Dirty, ain't saying nothing slick no more Remove these bricks, I mean like early and out the door It's 7:30, doesn't mean ya'll niggas worth