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Guillotine Dreams
01:47
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Stoop down to my level, lower than the Devil
Low lifes you better listen up
Stand in awe and revel at your Master
Marked by the dark arts, cast a
Spell on him, witchcraft magic can't harm him, naw
Wave your wands, moms want him as a son-in-law
Until they catch their daughter in his lap with a broken jaw
I'm real rotten, and y'all are just fake fresh
The Master gonna stay the best
'Til he dead and laid to rest
Test the temper, y'all can't handle the temperature
The flag at half mast means rest in peace to the Emperor
Sic Semper Tyrannus, the decision is unanimous
Off with your head, Off Off with your head
Guillotine dreams, feening for screams from your mouth
Just let 'em out, I wanna see your fear, I wanna hear you shout
Shackled to the wall in the dungeon of my castle
I got 4, or 5 wenches wearing nothing but titty tassels
The city's a hassle, watch me burn it to the ground
Your family's tears will put the fire out
Once they find you in the lost and found
Sounds of sorrow bring pleasure to the Highest One
But that's a bit too much
So you better tell your son to (shut up)
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Master's Orders
02:01
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Verse 1:
She pretty pretty, sexless in the city
Was I sexist when you kissed me?
You just lying that you missed me?
I may be wrong, but weren't you the one who
Said you would never forget?
Guess you forgot
I got shot in the chest
It's for the best if you ask me
And her, she ain't sweet like she's supposed to be
Ditched me in the ditch
She pose for pics, pivot
Livid as she walks
She's just forced to fit in
Hook 1:
So, just love yourself
Cuz if you love others, they will hurt you
So, just love yourself
Cuz you can't hurt yourself
If you love you, then do you
And love yourself
Verse 2:
Country crosser, cross her name up out my black book
Last look, and she in the past
Like the past she took from me
I mean it ain't that big of deal, but
You were my first and my last, just not my current
And currently I'm confused by what your words meant
Heaven sent? Hardly, this chick is top notch gnarly
Ripping a heart to shreds with no remorse like I mean nothing
Mean mugging cuz anger is all you left me with
Hook 2:
So, just love yourself
Obey your Master's orders
Love yourself
The Master loves himself
Do you love yourself?
I think you need to
Love yourself
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Master Stian:
I might pop a popular kid with two shots to his cranium
Let's see what he got to say when I tell him his final day has come
The laser gun got 'em dancing all futuristic
Bright light ballistics might fry 'em out of existence
Let the light flicker on your life now
And watch the mic drown while I spit
Flooding your ears like wet willy
Y'all can't kill me, this heart of gold turning to green slow
So, I can't really connect with these teen hoes
Clean top to toes, watch me tree chop these foes
Flows froze... and you can't melt me
Don't front like you felt me
Switched the 'L' and 'F' then left
Hell and back is the test, flat on your back like your chest
Treasure the booty, Captain Hook hand in a hooker's hand
Took a little long, but the hair 'stache says that I'm a
Man of power with hands of canned powder
Hate me when I'm gone, but when I'm back rejoice louder like
LBJ, all hail the king and obey your Master
Speaking like he preaching, you can call him Stian the Pastor
Stounson:
Fuck all assumptions, hardly out in public in his physical form
Hold still, feel the chills in your core
And hear the sirens, paramedics failed to get us to the looney bin
Evil, plotting plans like Brainiac to the Super Friends
Tried to clear my mind like the Sudafed couldn't help
What's a crucifix, kids with ruger kits, no feelings felt
Give your shield a shell
Get your whip broken into
Open with my mental like a kitchen with the ginsu
Warriors never need to send troops or reinforcements
On the web to feel important
If it's real then send assortments of some daffodils
Broke, but I'm laughing still
At a party cracking seals to fill with poison
Like I got some rats to kill
Have your will ready
Will power's like a machete to Danny Trejo
Masked with the Master, not playing Halo
Never chiefing, weight rises while the pills (pills) drowse him
Waiting for my demise while you're waiting on my album
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Bloody Mess
02:57
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Why y'all f*ckboys sleeping on the Master?
I didn't tuck you into bed
To fake your death is a disaster
Be careful what you wish for
You're knocking on death's door
Actually your practically kicking it in
I'm master Stian, but don't pray to me
Pray to the one and only
I'm just catching fire
Why y'all acting like I'm smoldering?
Fists is boulders made to loosen up them molars
Sip some Folgers and get it cracking
Like whips upon your shoulders
Which one of y'all think you can overthrow the throne?
I got slaves of all races
Not a racist, still watch your tone
Lock and load, dropping bows from the turnbuckle
Got a motto: no more models, I burn couples
Torching make out point, just to make a point (3x)
Torching make out point, just to make a, to make a
Bloody mess, pump your chest to no avail
Lay you to rest and sip your chick's tears up out the Holy Grail
A standard landing ain't nothing that I can f*cks with
Crashing and smashing a jet, splash quick
The Master always live
The Master always live, I'm eating olives kid
Off your chick's fingers, flick kill switches 'til all is dead
I'm often lost in the thoughts of non-believers
Who sit and praise Butch as I sharpen the butcher's cleaver
Either join your master or get the f*ck back
Either way I'm still getting a lot of top like Pharrell's hat
Grab the stash, it's time to split like we robbed the joint
Still burning couples just to prove a motherf*cking point
Point guard dishing and assisting your sister
Turn you to a sad boy, grab scissors and make your wrist hurt
Bash you with a brick first, say a prayer for you
Dear Lord, please heal this man's wounds
I'm always there for you
Nothing to compare him to, I'm one a kind
Had to ditch the 5-0 like Ponyboy with the knife
Peroxide for the disguise, I be sizing 'em up
Like David to Goliath, throw a stone and get cut
Stian slice your neck, spread your blood like panorama
Forget a body bag, body parts in bandanas
Let it slap, whether you like it or not, it don't matter
Better bow down faster and say yes yes Master
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