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what can't i kill - less & less lyrics

[intro: master stian]

this is, this is the end, bye

it began this way, it gon’ end this way

[verse 1: master stian]

this is the way the world will end, by the hands of master stian
who did you think you battling?
you ain’t really in it, you just dabbling
you just need to back off, you just need to lay low
you just need to keep that head ducked down
no questions, just do it cuz i say so
i just need some pesos
dollars, yen, anything to spend
i just wanna ball out, you gon’ get called out
talking like that, you gon’ meet your end
man, let us not forget who i am
m-a-s- yes, stian the best dressed
the more i see you, i like you less and less and less

[verse 2: stounson]

less and less and less, lesson learned, let it burn out
skrt, that’s the tire on the curb, hit and run, hit a nerve
when you see me with my bricos, smell the legal
coming out the window, look into my pupil
see the evil, not the future
but i know your doom’s impending, then i’m ending you
grip the wheel with one hand, nah the other’s not for lending you
tend to lose stepping to the villain, never been a punk
speak to me out of line, get put by speakers in the trunk

[verse 3: master stian]

trunk of the jeep non existent
bodies got to ride in the front next to christian
master on a mission, yeah
stounson in the back dressed like the reaper
if your girl is fine, i’ma have to keep her, i’ma have to keep her
let her decide what she wanna do
she do not want to be next to you
she just wanna dance on the master
i’ve been on her mind since the moment i came through, yeah
you really think that you can beat me up? nah
put you by bodies and speakers, bruh

[verse 4: stounson]

black fleece hoody, black mask upon my face
juxtapose the glowing eyes, coincide him with the plates
under the surface, tectonic, h-ll’s hotter than the boy? no
knock your chin off, tell you to chin up boy-o
the 4.0 mind not existent in me
i don’t- i don’t sip the henny, i just got to get as many
dead presidentials as i can, bank account on arlington
hate to say i called it friend, crawl in graves, i’ll call you then

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