Shut the fuck up son 'Cos we gonna bring this sickness back Get under the skin 'n' infect the innocent Burn 'em to ash Blast back with a backdraft 'n' ignite 'n' surpass I drew first blood 'n' I'll get the last laugh I'm quicker than quick fast, co-starrin' in this last act Watchin' the awestruck amass, en mass Eyes black, jaws slack It's Matt the master of massacre Metamorphoses the damager to savage you Transform 'n' evolve I'm smashin' barriers, like Anima Do I panic you, you amateur Find a new planet to inhabit A rappin' addict rappin' back at you Not askin' you, I'm tellin' you That when I'm dead 'n' gone There'll still be someone here to bury you 12 Gage I've mutated, I've duplicated, replicated Reanimated, annihilate 'n' I'm the hatred Greatness wasted, face to face Your face will have to face the pavement The cretin is cravin', he's like a cayman in waitin' Step the fuck up son We're bringin' back the sickness with this Prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch Step the fuck up son We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs Run-run, here we come Step the fuck up son We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness Step-step-step the fuck up son Sit back 'n' watch your dreams collapse Lapse back into raps 'n' that's that They told me that I was nothin' That I was nothin' in abundance I'm heated like a Bunsen burner, call me Bronson I'm the demon, I'm the monster Constantly a problem, paranoia annoyin' you Like a puppet I'm toyin' with you A ploy to destroy your joy, should avoid a shadow Lookin' like a shallow void I'm runnin' fast laps round Matt then decapitatin' him He's not passin' the torch I'm stealin' it from his headless corpse Can't wait for you to kill yourself, Dad I'm addin' the madness And I'm subtractin' the paddin' from this cell I'm raisin' hell, you raised me well Your time is served, I'm servin' up a usurpin' A serpent cursin', sliverin' in sin as well When I step on stage BOOM It feels like a giant just drop-kicked the floor Ready 'n' rarin' for a battle With a battalion of flow patterns Best be prepared for war Step the fuck up son We're bringin' back the sickness with this Prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch Step the fuck up son We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs Run-run, here we come Step the fuck up son We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness Step-step-step the fuck up son Sit back 'n' watch your dreams collapse Lapse back into raps 'n' that's that I remember the night that you were born son I remember the lightnin' as it struck son I remember your eyes as they were opened up And I remember the crowds as they screamed 'Oh fuck!' With machetes 'n' knives they came to cut you up And as I yelled 'it's alive', they tried to burn you alive but I think I gave you the wrong thoughts Now you're hell bent on war 'n' uh-oh it's much too late to abort I never had a cradle, born on a surgeon's table Replaced my mind with the mind of a mad man's I got the lips of a saint 'n' the tongue of Beelzebub This metal chip helped 'cos they said it would Tone of my vocal chords scarred 'n' torn In the flame I was born, adorned with two horns Constantly comin' up with conundrums no one can crack Just call me Zodiac With a mic no holdin' back Step the fuck up son We're bringin' back the sickness with this Prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch Step the fuck up son We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs Run-run, here we come Step the fuck up son We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness Step-step-step the fuck up son Sit back 'n' watch your dreams collapse Lapse back into raps 'n' that's that And that's that And that's that Brick by brick we build it, 'til we hit the fuckin' moon Brick by brick we build it, 'til we hit the fuckin' moon BOOM 'Til we hit the fuckin' moon BOOM 'Til we hit the fuckin' moon And that's that And that's that

Here we go son, We're one of a kind, there's no-one like us, The equation for that is that, us plus no-one equals automatically awesome, We're a force of pure force of course, We're a sore on the source of the cause, Eruptin' like a cannonball, You know that I know that you're all full of jealousy, I want you to know that you made me a better me, All that I wanted was a friend or an enemy, To while away the minutes but instead I've been, Improvin' 'n' provin' I'm ruthless, With my son at my side I'm a do this, Never bow down, never back down, Step out the background, Better make a choice now, I choose this, It's just that father like son rap, The time it has come back, The signs have aligned with no time to counteract back, Count on that fact, Curtains close on the act, Times almost up-up-up-up, Fade to black, With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done, Just take a look at the proof, just look at what you've become, Shut the fuck up, Dad, I'm a mutt in a rut 'n' I'm bad but, I'm glad I found my way out of the bad books, Now look, I'm sick of the sly looks. I've piled up, My rhymes books 'n' meathooks, 'Cos I, Painted a picture 'n' tore it to bits, Laboured for days 'til the force emits Capable of creatin' a quake to tear off lips, Labelled heretics, We're a rarity pricks, We don't care about anythin' you spit, The darkest, hardest, artists, It's FMA + 12 Gage bitch, It's just that father like son rap, The time it has come back, The signs have aligned with no time to counteract back, Count on that fact, Curtains close on the act, Times almost up-up-up-up, Fade to black, With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done, Just take a look at the proof, just look at what you've become, One, I sum my CV up in numerical order while I'm performin', Two, there I go with my ego 'n' teetotal rappin' father, Three, contemplate this, I'm a pre-teen's faeces pretty much an underage shit, Four, my anger, Five, I'm, Six, double it, Twelve, Gage, With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done, Jump, jump, jump, jump, Just look at what you've become, With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done, Jump, jump, jump, jump, Just look at what you've become, With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The show is over, the curtains fallin', it's done, And we're just silhouettes stood against the settin' sun...