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FMA + 12 Gage

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Shut the f*ck 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 masse, 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 f*ck up son
We're bringin' back the sickness with this, prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch
Step the f*ck up son
We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs, run-run, here we come
Step the f*ck up son
We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness
Step-step-step the f*ck 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 'n' 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 f*ck up son
We're bringin' back the sickness with this, prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch
Step the f*ck up son
We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs, run-run, here we come
Step the f*ck up son
We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness
Step-step-step the f*ck 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 f*ck
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
No holdin' back

Step the f*ck up son
We're bringin' back the sickness with this, prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch
Step the f*ck up son
We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs, run-run, here we come
Step the f*ck up son
We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness
Step-step-step the f*ck up son
Sit back 'n' watch your dreams collapse, lapse back into raps 'n' that's that

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