MASTER

by What Cant I Kill?

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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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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
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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Debut EP from Master Stian. Produced and mastered by Stounson.

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released August 26, 2014

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