Deathmatch EP

by Particle Don

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JAMES JANOVSKY Thanks for putting this album out. Great stuff all around. Favorite track: Drake n' Bake (Clean).
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released January 10, 2015

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Track Name: Deathmatch
You and me in a deathmatch.
In the locker room I put on my spandex pants.
Tape my wrists. Tape my fists.
Bet you ain't ever seen nothin' like this.

Will I use a cheese grater?
The scars will remind ya of the match a few years later.
Pool of gore on the gym floor.
Blood flowin' like a raging faucet pour.

More menacing than Brain Damage
and Masada rolled up into one package.
Two hundred light tubes, me and you.
Guaranteed break a bone or two.

More than likely, we'll both bleed in the
first round of the tourney.
You're grabbin' the spot where the glass stabbed in.
You've had it. But we've just started the madness!

Barbed wire trampoline, what a great thing.
Not meant for jumping, just for bumping.
Take a suplex into the mess of barbed wire.
Can't wait for the next match!

How long will it last? You're bleedin' bad.
Got a deep gash that's pourin' fast.
No doctor in the house, on ya own
when ya finally make it to the locker zone.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

...Gotta love all the blood.
Hell of a job for the one that scrubs
up the mess and cleans it up.
Still, we didn't quite bleed enough!

Drop ya ass in a pit of thumbtacks.
Glued to my fists is broken glass.
Stuffed in my boot is a blade for a gash I'll
self inflict. I'm crazy like that!

In this match you will regret
stepping two feet onto the mat.
But the scaffold's where the last bump takes place.
So high, your knees begin to shake.

Circus net of barbed wire strung
across the top rope, you better hope
I throw you nice and evenly.
Either way, you'll be screaming.

When the barbs intrude ya flesh.
Uncomfortable mesh, but it's the best
way to inflict pain. What a shame
I can't do this shit every day!

Climb the scaffold; you're reeling
when ya head hits the ceiling.
See, these things are unforgiving.
Not meant to be done to a human being.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

Suplex from the top of the scaffold.
We both hit flat, we both hit hard.
Possibly internally bleeding.
Reeling. Seething. Cooperating.

Never will ya see action like this on cable.
Even though it's a work,
it's the best sport on the planet.
Every high spot, every single planned hit.

Much of it is improvised.
Sometimes things go wrong. Watch your eyes.
Even in the front row, you'll get hit.
On the ticket it says enter at your own risk.

Can't believe the live violence.
Later on at the diner meet other fans.
Discuss our favorite moments.
Only way to see it is drive a long distance.

Take a nine hour trip, or more.
Yuki flew across the sea floor.
Just to see CZ TOD.
Gotta admit, that inspired me

to see deathmatch live while I can.
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, man.
One thing, however, I can promise
is that I will never miss

big tournaments. I'll be in attendance.
The cost ain't free, but it's worth it
indeed. Support feds that need
funding on the indies.

Just don't forget, you will get wrecked
with these dangerous gimmicks.
You will fail quick if you let
the opponent play his mind tricks.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.
Track Name: A Light Tube Magnet
Move over!
It's the Bulldozer!
To be the best, ya gotta stomp the rest
in an ultraviolent rules match!

Toothpick bat embedded in the skull.
Yeah, I saw that shit. Wrestled Havoc in Alabama.
At the Carnage Cup. His first tourney. Round 1.
He was part of Cult Fiction. Yeah, I had fun

watchin' that epic plunge Matt took.
When they brought it home,
Matt solidified his spot.
Looked like a million bucks.

Even though, one of his first ones.
First what? Pro deathmatches.
'Cause he began in the backyard.
With friends and family.
Set up an event, Massacre in May's Landing!

Got the funding from a Dunkin' Donuts paycheck.
That proves he was destined.
Even Zandig said to him at Cerebral,
"Matt, I knew you'd make it."
This was his first main event.
No less, against Brain Damage.

A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants.
You're a mess on the way home. Already see scars
on your flesh. On your epidermis. You'll invest in a
hospital bed. He stomped you, now you're the rest.

You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed?
Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch?
With one of the best in the business when it
comes to my favorite genre of grapplin'.

That was Deathmatch, in case you're wonderin'.
Is it a sin to be enjoyin' such a brutal test of will over
good sense? They should put mats on the outside.
Hate to see craniums collide with the floor,

like at 2012 Masters of Pain in the finals.
You couldn't see it on the film. But, I drove miles
to be there, in a chair, and felt reverberations of
Matt's skull in my feet when he took the fall.

He hit hard on the outside. Sickening sound.
Grotesque frequency heard all around the rink.
Matt's skull hit the 'crete. It made him bleed.
Not to mention, when

Matt dangled there at Tangled Web.
Where were you when this took place?

I was watching live on a stream.
IPPV. Wasn't thrown properly off the scaffolding.
His head hit the tables. He got mangled.
The spot got botched. I felt bad for Tremont.

He's a fuckin' beast, man. Never layin' on the mat
for too long before he is right back at it.
When he wrestled Abdullah, I was ecstatic.
He's a light tube magnet. Bit a tube, cut his damn lip.

CHORUS

I know I'm right when I say the Bulldozer's hype
when he strikes through the curtain;
walks down the entrance.
Back in '01, he was a fan. Sittin' where I am.
10 years later, main evented with Damage.

I manage to gain inspiration from Matt, since
being a wrestler was his main focus.
South Side Wrecking Crew; tearin' it up at
The Arena. Drinkin' up the brew by the liter.

In Seaside Heights, Matt Filled the Void.
At Cage of Death, he fell for a long time.
At Stricktly Nsane, he was among the top names.
At the finals, Carnage Cup 7, took Danny's place.

Vs. NDC and Pinky.
In ICW worked for Jack Sabbath.
Wrestlin' on Queens Boulevard.
Worked Devon for the first time in May at Beyond.

Debuted at Prelude for the 'Dub.
Wrestled Sanchez at the Alhambra.
Went from a fan to ridin' in a van down to Cullman
Alabam. Took a slam hard onto a shopping cart.
Track Name: Drake n' Bake (Clean)
(Drake Younger is better than ever!
I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm clean, I'm serene!)

Gettin' fans riled, workin' a strong style. People stand
up and chant loud when he walks down the aisle.
A hundred percent hybrid talent. Grapples on the
mat. High flies, and does deathmatches.

Second time in TOD, exiled Brain
Damage. Threw a hard fist to the chin. Drew a
gallon of ooze from the forehead. A short thread of
skin blows in the wind. It's danglin'. Feel ya

spine smash in from the Drake's Landin', ya got
both of your arms locked in...
like David Lynch; an Eraserhead.
All the huge cuts make you produce adrenaline.

Gaspin' for oxygen, breathe it all in. Take a
bump like Gage where the tubes are standin'.
The shxt's insane when I'm parked at ringside!
Drake met Damage again at TOD 9.

DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!
DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!
DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!
DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE IS GONNA KILL YOU!

Many places. Many federations. He's appeared in
CZW and Absolute Intense Wrestlin'.
The King of Naptown he has been crowned.
From Philly to Japan, people stand in the crowd.

Every match, tears it up with suplex variations.
Pushin' limitations every time you're spectatin'.
When he hit the scene, he was the Hybrid Sensation.
Powerslam. Through a table off of the apron.

Him and JC Bailey pulled off moves that were amazin'.
Flapjack, or a Rolling Fireman's Carry Slam.
Even to this day, new gold he accumulates!
Jr. Heavyweight, the latest title in his case.

(Finally, after three tries, you're the Best of the Best champion. I hope you're enjoying, I hope you're celebrating...but you see, I think you, uh...failed to realize one small thing. I'm Drake Younger! I'm a whoop your....! And I'm gonna make you bleed from one coast to another!)

Drake and Sami Callihan had the stipulation
two of three falls; a normal match was first.
Second is a submission fall, and the third is an
ultraviolent war between two warriors.

Drake was spillin' blood on the canvas, man.
If ya missed the competition, buy the stream fast.
'Cause I promise this contest don't lack.
Snap belly to back, in a pile of tacks. The first

fall came fast. Drake rolled him up. Sami got
pissed. Struck Drake with a hard-hitting plancha.
Knocked him in a first row seat. Didn't look pretty.
Later on, Drake's blood flew freely.

Ring; littered with debris and puddles of blood. He
did it for his family and every single one of the
fans worldwide. That watched him in the Dub.
Or anywhere else he would professionally wrestle.

TOD 6. A tourney not to miss. Drake's
chest scarred with the evidence of this
event. Hundreds of other incisions from
many appearances in epic deathmatches.

Feel like a mess, after the frog splash. You're
gonna wanna stretch when you make it to the back.
Feel your spine jolt from the somersault senton.
This time around you were quickly shut down.

(You're fxxxxn' with ME now! You have no idea what you're gettin' into...because I'm a make you bleed all over Indiana...I'm gonna make you bleed! What you know - what you know about Smyrna? What you know about Fear in Frightland, Middletown, Delaware? I was winnin' titles for this company when you was wrestlin' pirates in Cleveland! You wanna take low blows at me, you wanna take shots at me, you wanna come at me...you must think I've gotten soft or something. You must think I'm not the same Drake Younger. You must think just because I got married and because a dad...you must think I'm not that same psycho shootin'..............whose gone around this world and won deathmatch tournaments all over the place!)
Track Name: Deathmatch (Acapella)
You and me in a deathmatch.
In the locker room I put on my spandex pants.
Tape my wrists. Tape my fists.
Bet you ain't ever seen nothin' like this.

Will I use a cheese grater?
The scars will remind ya of the match a few years later.
Pool of gore on the gym floor.
Blood flowin' like a raging faucet pour.

More menacing than Brain Damage
and Masada rolled up into one package.
Two hundred light tubes, me and you.
Guaranteed break a bone or two.

More than likely, we'll both bleed in the
first round of the tourney.
You're grabbin' the spot where the glass stabbed in.
You've had it. But we've just started the madness!

Barbed wire trampoline, what a great thing.
Not meant for jumping, just for bumping.
Take a suplex into the mess of barbed wire.
Can't wait for the next match!

How long will it last? You're bleedin' bad.
Got a deep gash that's pourin' fast.
No doctor in the house, on ya own
when ya finally make it to the locker zone.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

...Gotta love all the blood.
Hell of a job for the one that scrubs
up the mess and cleans it up.
Still, we didn't quite bleed enough!

Drop ya ass in a pit of thumbtacks.
Glued to my fists is broken glass.
Stuffed in my boot is a blade for a gash I'll
self inflict. I'm crazy like that!

In this match you will regret
stepping two feet onto the mat.
But the scaffold's where the last bump takes place.
So high, your knees begin to shake.

Circus net of barbed wire strung
across the top rope, you better hope
I throw you nice and evenly.
Either way, you'll be screaming.

When the barbs intrude ya flesh.
Uncomfortable mesh, but it's the best
way to inflict pain. What a shame
I can't do this shit every day!

Climb the scaffold; you're reeling
when ya head hits the ceiling.
See, these things are unforgiving.
Not meant to be done to a human being.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

Suplex from the top of the scaffold.
We both hit flat, we both hit hard.
Possibly internally bleeding.
Reeling. Seething. Cooperating.

Never will ya see action like this on cable.
Even though it's a work,
it's the best sport on the planet.
Every high spot, every single planned hit.

Much of it is improvised.
Sometimes things go wrong. Watch your eyes.
Even in the front row, you'll get hit.
On the ticket it says enter at your own risk.

Can't believe the live violence.
Later on at the diner meet other fans.
Discuss our favorite moments.
Only way to see it is drive a long distance.

Take a nine hour trip, or more.
Yuki flew across the sea floor.
Just to see CZ TOD.
Gotta admit, that inspired me

to see deathmatch live while I can.
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, man.
One thing, however, I can promise
is that I will never miss

big tournaments. I'll be in attendance.
The cost ain't free, but it's worth it
indeed. Support feds that need
funding on the indies.

Just don't forget, you will get wrecked
with these dangerous gimmicks.
You will fail quick if you let
the opponent play his mind tricks.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.