Here’s a professional wrestling-themed EP of songs I released a couple years back. Drake Younger uses Drake n’ Bake as his official entrance theme song to this day. I can be seen wearing an official Ribera Steakhouse jacket on the album cover. The album cover was inspired by Esham’s Boomin’ Words From Hell.
- Drake n’ Bake (Naptown Mix) [Drake Younger]
- A Light Tube Magnet [Matt Tremont]
- Deathmatch
- Walkin’ The Ropes [Facade]
- Drake n’ Bake (Naptown Mix) [Clean Version] [Drake Younger]
01 – DRAKE N’ BAKE (NAPTOWN MIX) [DRAKE YOUNGER]
“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 shit’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.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
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 set. 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.
DRAKE TALKING
02 – A LIGHT TUBE MAGNET [MATT TREMONT]
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.
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’.
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.
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’.
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’.
03 – 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.
04 – WALKIN’ THE ROPES [FACADE]
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks.
Puttin’ backs to mats. Leavin’ ’em flat.
Starin’ up at the lights, their dream smashed.
Opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match
when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat.
Opponents he is sure to dispatch.
Facade attains victory and the others get the axe.
Walkin’ the ropes. Leapin’ post to post.
Makin’ the most of every chance to turn opponents to toast.
A neon ninja, traveling the world.
Wearing bright tights under spot lights. He can grapple or fist fight.
Leapin’ to the outside.
Damaging his enemy every single time. He is now in his prime.
Facade’s rising to the top. The choice pick of the crop.
Never forgot where he came from. Sportin’ dreadlocks.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks.
Puttin’ backs to mats.
Uploadin’ a foot to your face, no data caps.
His opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match
when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat.
Doin’ cardio, jumpin’ rope, runnin’ mad laps.
Takes it to the max. I’m only statin’ facts.
Spin kickin’, back flippin, rope walkin’, dreadlockin’.
When he’s wrestlin’, no exception,
he’s the best inside the ring during competition.
See him fly high during every exhibition.
The perfect synthesis of sweetness and bitterness.
Peanut butter and honey. Chocolate and citrus.
Climbin’ to the top rope and doin’ front flips.
Exposin’ enemies as idiots and dimwits.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks.
Puttin’ backs to mats.
Hits a flapjack, then the crowd cheers and claps.
His opponents don’t last. Puts ’em in the past.
Enemies meet their match
when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat.
If you try to kick his ass, better cover your tracks.
‘Cause when he finds ya’s when your back snaps in a torture rack.
Wearin’ a Gi when he comes to the ring.
Inside the squared circle, he can do anything.
It’s just like he’s in a videogame. Insane spectacle.
He can take it to the air, brawl, or chain wrestle.
Entertained fans in Thailand, Russia,
US, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan.
Went to India and brought back a cat.
Flew all over the map, now he will crash a phoenix splash.
Top notch skills during competition.
See him fly high during every exhibition.
Among the top names every time I pay admission so they
let me in the front door to be a witness.
Ninjaguri. Leave your vision blurry.
Maxin’ and relaxin’ through his epic journey.
Hittin’ power moves. His submission skills send chills
down the spines of those who know his hunger’s never fulfilled.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks.
Puttin’ backs to mats.
Topé suicida. Jumpin’ through the rope gaps.
Facade will storm through the ranks is the current forecast.
Enemies meet their match
when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat.
Among his accolades? Belts, trophies, and plaques.
Eatin’ opponents for snacks. They’re takin’ three second naps.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks.
Puttin’ backs to mats.
His skills are sharper than tacks, his move list is stacked.
His gameplan has no flaws, loopholes, or cracks.
Enemies meet their match
when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat.
Flyin’ through the air like a madman.
Jumps atop a group of opponents, leave ’em layin’ like dead rats.
05 – DRAKE N’ BAKE (Naptown Mix) (Clean Version) [DRAKE YOUNGER]
“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 xxxx 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.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
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 set. 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.
DRAKE TALKING