This is a song about "Stone cold kilt"

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Medusa head will turn u into stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And you see me stare ,ive got that stone cold face

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Tell 'em build a boat like noah

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Whining and complaining about when you coming home