[Intro: Master Stian]
Bring more energy, yeah?
A little bit more energy?
[Verse 1: Stounson]
(What Can't I k**?)
Pocket full of stones, no, pocket full of souls
Not prone to prosperity, rot cold alone
Rock coldest flow like glaciers in East Africa
Still hot, shoot the k** shot, won't cease to laugh at ya
Seek to me, I'll slash you up
Sad your a** wasn't fast enough
The Master gas the magic puff, I pack the trunk
Never vote for Trump, overcome with anger at you dipsh**s
Motherf**ers never heard an interlude hard as this sh**
f** is you talking about? Running your mouth
Telling me how I was the one, one millionth chance that worked out
I got a feeling something ain't right
Never capturing my life without a fight
Pray the Lord send an angel for a wife
Bring me to the light, yeah
I flip flows and keep goin'
Cats be running my sh** back, I think I'm Steve Owens
See, the Master told me to love myself
I'm feeling quite the opposite
My hypothesis: I might just pop a kid, No I mean pop a kid
Stounson known for fathering multiple styles
Y'all start it when I get off of it
Treat you as an offering, throw you in the flame
I know that sh** never change and you missed a good thing
Maybe you don't, maybe you will, probably not though
The thought's Pica**o, the plot colossal
The cost to rot slow in this hell hole that's higher than my spirits
Outro, outro, encore, encore Stian let's hear it