Back in the dungeon (I'm like this)
Mini lab
Thanks for having me back
Up in the dungeon
Dungeon
In the studio
Interrogation
Ready
Send it
You remote controled
Had me like
Putting on my gloves
I remember they saying
They gon
Teach me something
That I never be
Have to worry about
Getting dough
The dungeon
You remote controled
You remote controled
Had me like
Putting on my gloves
I remember
They saying
They gon
Teach me something
That I never be
Have to worry about
Getting dough
I didn't feel 'em then
But I felt them
When they invited me
To a funeral
And I was the killer
Every now and then
Every year
They having R.I.P.'s
Remembrance
Of they loved ones
But I ain't tripping though
Check it
Got the screwdriver
And I'm ready
And I'm in it
And I ain't
Going for nothing
You want drama
Yeah
You better come
The way you come
I got my ice pick
And I remember
The ice house studios
Starting streaming
In the digital
But I'm still here
You know how it go
But check it
I bent around
The corner
Stood up
Ah stood down
Didn't clock
Didn't watch
The time zone
Didn't even trip
Three hours pass
Four hours ahead
Here I come again
Like some
Cold coffee drinking
The white teeth
Stained your teeth
Bloodstain the concrete
I can see
With em on
With 'em off
Night time I creep
But check it
That's the title
Of the last one
You got hit
Between there
That there
And what's
The beef about
Beef about
It's ah
It's ah gender thang
They racists with gender
Fronting on you
But they ain't
Fronting on me cause
I don't let 'em see me
They seeing me like this
What you
Gonna steal next
I'm coming for the water
You juice
Be water
Juice
Juice and water
Member the soda
Don't drink soda
He's lying
Lied again
Watered the soda down
Huh
Check it
Big gulp
I'm ma
Big gulp nigga
Huh
Like little waltay
Your woman
Ain't all that
But check this one
And that one
Three
Add 'em up
This way and that way
I'm coming straight
You against
The grain of
The blue collar
I'm not blue collar
Are white collar
You white collar
Easy pickings
Picking huh
The non copy written
But I still got
That ice pick
I still got
That screwdriver
Huh
You in it
But they ain't saying it
She out it
But she's saying it
But
How it's gon be
When you see me
And I ain't in it
Coming again
Up and down
Down and up
But one day
When I'm up
I'm not gonna
Look back or down
Eye to eye
You better get
Eye to eye now
I was in that love zone
You was in that
Gone zone
What you own
I gotta get it
And maybe I can
Make some cash off it
Off what you own
Like what you
Addicted too
You addicted too
Stealing
So I'm making up
Cooking up
Cooking up something
Not gumbo
Cooking up dope
They say
The music business
Is dope
So I'm cooking up
Dope
Yeah
You owe somebody
Who you owe
What you claiming
I hear ya prayers sometime
That's a lie
Maybe we call this
On fire
I'm on fire
Hot
And you got me hot
So drop
Pop
What are you
Ah tart
You sweet
To a motherfucker
Like me
Here I come again
I was just being me
Doing you
You was
Just being you
Getting done
You want revenge
So you out
For revenge
Huh
Upper hand
Want the upper hand
They thieves
Klepto
So I put out
The bait
Up
A good run
Then you lose
No run still ain't won
But
I won cause I found
Huh
No bible carrying
In this song
The voice
Carry the beat
The love carry
The time zone
To be around
When you gone
So next up
For revenge
Let it be
That then
But I'm like this
Like this
Back up in the dungeon
I still got that ice pick
Thanks for having me back
Up in the dungeon
Dungeon
In the studio
Interrogation
Ready
Send it
You remote controled
Had me like
Putting on my gloves
I remember they saying
They gon
Teach me something
That I never be
Have to worry about
Getting dough
The dungeon
You remote controled
You remote controled
Had me like
Putting on my gloves
I remember
They saying
They gon
Teach me something
That I never be
Have to worry about
Getting dough
I didn't feel 'em then
But I felt them
When they invited me
To a funeral
And I was the killer
Every now and then
Every year
They having R.I.P.'s
Remembrance
Of they loved ones
But I ain't tripping though
Check it
Got the screwdriver
And I'm ready
And I'm in it
And I ain't
Going for nothing
You want drama
Yeah
You better come
The way you come
I got my ice pick
And I remember
The ice house studios
Starting streaming
In the digital
But I'm still here
You know how it go
But check it
I bent around
The corner
Stood up
Ah stood down
Didn't clock
Didn't watch
The time zone
Didn't even trip
Three hours pass
Four hours ahead
Here I come again
Like some
Cold coffee drinking
The white teeth
Stained your teeth
Bloodstain the concrete
I can see
With em on
With 'em off
Night time I creep
But check it
That's the title
Of the last one
You got hit
Between there
That there
And what's
The beef about
Beef about
It's ah
It's ah gender thang
They racists with gender
Fronting on you
But they ain't
Fronting on me cause
I don't let 'em see me
They seeing me like this
What you
Gonna steal next
I'm coming for the water
You juice
Be water
Juice
Juice and water
Member the soda
Don't drink soda
He's lying
Lied again
Watered the soda down
Huh
Check it
Big gulp
I'm ma
Big gulp nigga
Huh
Like little waltay
Your woman
Ain't all that
But check this one
And that one
Three
Add 'em up
This way and that way
I'm coming straight
You against
The grain of
The blue collar
I'm not blue collar
Are white collar
You white collar
Easy pickings
Picking huh
The non copy written
But I still got
That ice pick
I still got
That screwdriver
Huh
You in it
But they ain't saying it
She out it
But she's saying it
But
How it's gon be
When you see me
And I ain't in it
Coming again
Up and down
Down and up
But one day
When I'm up
I'm not gonna
Look back or down
Eye to eye
You better get
Eye to eye now
I was in that love zone
You was in that
Gone zone
What you own
I gotta get it
And maybe I can
Make some cash off it
Off what you own
Like what you
Addicted too
You addicted too
Stealing
So I'm making up
Cooking up
Cooking up something
Not gumbo
Cooking up dope
They say
The music business
Is dope
So I'm cooking up
Dope
Yeah
You owe somebody
Who you owe
What you claiming
I hear ya prayers sometime
That's a lie
Maybe we call this
On fire
I'm on fire
Hot
And you got me hot
So drop
Pop
What are you
Ah tart
You sweet
To a motherfucker
Like me
Here I come again
I was just being me
Doing you
You was
Just being you
Getting done
You want revenge
So you out
For revenge
Huh
Upper hand
Want the upper hand
They thieves
Klepto
So I put out
The bait
Up
A good run
Then you lose
No run still ain't won
But
I won cause I found
Huh
No bible carrying
In this song
The voice
Carry the beat
The love carry
The time zone
To be around
When you gone
So next up
For revenge
Let it be
That then
But I'm like this
Like this
Back up in the dungeon
I still got that ice pick
Credits
Writer(s): Albert Simms
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