[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]