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The return of Master Stian and Stounson.
lyrics
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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released August 6, 2014
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