[Intro: Stounson and Master Stian]
[Verse 1: Stounson]
Bring your own demise, the Klein Trine tribe is bonafide
Throw you in the fire, I got a bone to pick, a bone to fry
You boneless-spined, fine, weak and anemic
Try keep it a secret
I'ma keep it at least 10,000 leagues under the sea
When it's 10,100 clones on the surface
Fat piece of sh** never shirtless, the whip swerving
Closed curtain, I'm Kurt Angle, Kurt Rambis, Curtis Mayfield
Not a people person, evil lurking in the states still
You stayed still, discretely making moves, now I'm moving out
Stayed tuned, I chose to keep the voices loud, don't smoke the loud
You local clowns are over now, the rope'll bound a coward
Word to Jack Bauer, I got you open 24 hours
Like the Super Center, monopolize the income
Quantize the kick drum, hard to catch the rhythm
Villain scorch the victims, Bic em and leave 'em branded
On the planet with Master Stian, you got a lighter I can hand 'em?
[Outro: Stounson and Master Stian]