Lyrics:

Intro: Rampage Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out Fuck the jacks Chorus 4X: Rampage Rampage the Talk of the Town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground [Rampage] I split yo spleen, clean ya body with Listerine Microphone fiend, Boy Scout on the winning team All y'all niggas, yo we take all bets Yo I'm killin brothers on the train like Bernard Yes Yo I'm crazy, motherfuckas got me vexed You some frontin ass nigga in your feet up blank You need to take a back seat, before my crew brings a heat We can go man for man, or street to street Yo I heard it thru the grapevine, you Rock Steady (You just a butter knife, I'm a machete) I co defend you, reck ya squad that defend you Check the menu, cuz I'm so far in you I burn out ya conclex, or with the fuck Here comes my body blow, here comes the uppercut I got the rhymes that make you pull out ya guts Flipmode Iz Da Squad nigga, hold ya nuts 96 to 2000, Boy Scout nigga what Stickin the dick in the fat bitches butt Chorus 2X [Rampage] I marks the spot, My Flipmode niggas up in the dark Back in the days, I used to spark in 181 park I'm off the hook, you can see my whole outlook I'm just another rugged Scout straight out from Brook New York Ave is where I chill with baress Representin mom dukes, gettin shit off my chest Got the 4 pound, Desert Eagle, Smith and Wess It's Boy Scout nigga, you know rockin wit the best I'mma hold it down, a hundred dollars a pot I won't stop, I drink it to ya very last drop I smack you in the face with a bunch of banaid