[Intro] “D-VON… GET THE TABLES…” Echoes crawl through broken space Smoke and shadows mask the face Two souls bound in violent fate Step inside—you dissipate [Verse 1 – Bubba Ray | Drill] Kick doors, no warnin’, storm through the set Boot to ya chest, now you drown in debt Ropes start shakin’, I’m bendin’ ya frame Stackin’ these tables, I’m countin’ your pain Talk slick—get split real quick Powerbomb pressure make gravity hit Spine meet wood, hear the crack go loud Turn kings into dust in front of a crowd No mercy here, just rage in motion Canvas stained with raw emotion We don’t wrestle—we break belief Dudley hands bring violent relief [Chorus] TABLES UP—watch ‘em fly! Bodies crashin’—hear ‘em cry! DUDLEY KINGS—never die! Chaos raised—we multiply! (GET THE TABLES!) [Verse 2 – D-Von | Guitar Prophet] Strings scream sermons through the flame Every note call out your name Reality bends when I strike that chord Soundwave judgment from the lord I glide through echoes, possessed by tone Heaven and hell in a single moan Fingers carve fate across the fret Every vibration a rising threat Lights all flicker when I appear Sound becomes something you fear While Bubba brings force, I bend design Chaos and rhythm now intertwine [Bridge] CRASH ‘EM! STACK ‘EM! BREAK ‘EM IN TWO! (Hear the sound… it’s calling you…) TABLES DON’T BREAK— THEY SACRIFICE FOR YOU! [Verse 3 – Fusion] Drums go rapid, guitars deranged Violence and rhythm both exchanged Splinters fly with every snare Bodies fall—no mercy spared Two energies, same command Destruction written in our hands You see pain—we see fate Step too close—it’s too late [Outro] “…D-Von…” … “…Get…” … “…The Tables…
