Rampage / Outta Control Raw Breed (Ft. Godfather Don, Grandmaster Melle Mel & Kool Keith)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I can go [?] 'til death, razor sharp to your neck
Muder, serial killer, I'm iller psycho I make a left
Goin' lost crews, I'm off my rocker
You better watch out, I cut you sharp like a Ginsu
Heads and bones, limbs and chins on my mantel
I kill the competition, I'm lost on a mission
I search for blood, I'm dark, man
A killer who's sicker than Manson, I murder for ransom, word up
I got the whole crew hostage, no more wack tracks
Slaughter 94 still fat
I get street kid, you run through blocks hot
My crew don't care, we carry rocks, blow up spots
[?] bombin' yo we sicko [?]
Concrete beats [?]

[Verse 2: Kool Keith]
Yo, check it, back is that funky ex-flower
Digital, lyrical, psychopath, imperial
Back to t-each
[?]
Step one, stеp two
Step one, step through
I kick thе lyrics so hype right in your dumb brains
Banger girl change context, wipe a doodle stain
You better get back, I'm smooth like Mr. Clean
[?] smell, your breath kerosene
I walk around, yup, yup
I'm on a subway
Rappers like Large bum sleepin' in a hallway
Then walk around the town [?]
I take a [?] out of town, even white or black
Their face smells like pee [?]
And walk around [?]
I know my style is great, I know my style is superb
I make the [?] stop and tryna earn
[?] morphine rap fiend
Rappers are soft just like a cold butter bean
Yeah, ages of chaos comin' through
Right on through, back [?]
Get on down, [?]
You're paranoid [?]
Look at my style like Frankie Beverly
Brothers who take my show
I don't know you and you don't know me