Texty:
Rampage

yours is extra weak New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow

Murder, I kill to create again Though I never stopped the carnage Rotten core drenched bodies disease From massive loss of blood Turning blue, lack of

Here we are, far beyond the distant sky Seen all the world and how the story will be over Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed Now we

Smashing through the boundaries Storming through the burning fields Stand before the evil one, on towards the molten sun Falling under skies of pain

Silent screams and shattered dreams of what we left at seventeen Still lost within the misery and pain that lies inside Here alone the fight to breathe

Bursting through the fires avenging Fatal warning battles are raging Power of darkness rise for the fight We'll be strong and stand our ground Death

There's no saints in the world today before my blade there are no exceptions I gather my troops for the final kill the western world will be gone tomorrow

[Rampage] It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return Uh [Busta] Hah, one time, two times, three times (no

bust Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom) Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation My Squad is on plantation And word up, Rampage