Verse One: 

I can fall from a building and fall from the sky 
Make a rapper wanna know why who`s the fall guy? 
lot of people wanted to know what I [bad word] with 
The buzz was that the Boy Scout was the [bad word] 
Now I got to maintain in my rapper brain 
Put a rapper rapper to shame what`s my effin name? 
The Boy Scout Rampage, still makes the hits 
Straight from the Dungeon Shack with [bad word] 
Don`t even hold me back my brain it start to work 
I make, others do the dirt, because the Boy Scout, is the expert 
I`m rated six from the new school ford, I`m the microphone lord 
Don`t [bad word] block me, and put it on record 
Cause you would get gunned down, in a blood bath 
Niggaz don`t know the half, the Boy Scout got a craft 
Death to all, I`m havin a ball, watchin [bad word] fall 
That`s the way it is when ya bounce the ball 
Nuthin but the dog in me, I`m smokin niggaz like a chimney 
Me and the Boy Scouts with the remedy 
Pull up a chair it`s a world premier, I`m about to bring it here
Just like 2 Black Guyz great, and I`m swift 
I be the dope [bad word] for the nine-four 
And I`m kickin down doors, score with a metaphor 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 

Verse Two: 

 [bad word] Off the Wall like my name was Michael Jackson 
New attraction, I`m showin brothers I got action 
Step to the Ramp the Boy Scout is here in nine-four 
Wack rappers hit the floor 
I know there`s [bad word]  Ramp and Alge`s on a mission 
Plus we got crazy ambition 
Now I walk around girls wanna say hi to me 
Cause I`m rollin with Busta and the New School society 
Some wanna see me cause I`m on another level 
Skippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers I`m the rebel 
Now I`m on the dash that`s gonna last, I`m only fast 
Whippin a rapper [bad word] [bad word] 
He didn`t get enough of the Boy Scout stuff 
That`s why he got stuffed, plus his heart pump Cocoa Puffs 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 

Verse Three: 

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an englishmon 
Straight from Brooklyn, Crooklyn 
Where I rest, as I`m puttin two to your chest 
The Boy Scout man is takin no arrests 
Rappers try to hold me about a buck and some change 
Now I`m goin midrange, wreckin my brains 
Some wanna bite my name just to get fame 
You know that [bad word] game, yo Bin toss em in the flame 
Like the infrared, of the words that I said 
Killin rapper niggaz dead, and I`m goin straigh to the head 
Another bad creation, ramp is on station 
I got my foul MC, to build a bigger nation 
I`m droppin hard just like your girl on the Kotex 
Like Funkmaster Flex on my brain it`s like Memorex 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack 
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks 
Beware of the rampsack