[verse 1]
assaulting emceeand's with my lyrical artillery
you sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardry
ability for spittenand' these rhymes without no sympathy
verbally assaulting emceeand's they should imprison me
given me, electrocution cookinand' me like ?quickasee?
the should call you emcee social studies cuz you history
mystery why punk ass kids wanna mess wit me
infecting me with deafening music it is upsetting me
(i got) punch lines like people at the prom waitinand' for juice
you got whack rhymes use the mic cord as a noose
iand'm sorta confused, cuz i thought i saw on the news
that thereand's an epidemic spreading and they caught it from you
itand's whack rapper disease and it affects punk emcees
you beating me is like black folks on skiand's
youand'll never see it kid, not even in your dreams
i need skills like carson daily needs screaminand' teens
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step up if you wanna get hurt
cominand' wit the grime and the grit and the dirt
step up if you wanna get hurt
emcee assault
[verse 2]
i talk trash so cats wanna battle me now
well ainand't cute no more, just like little bow wow
a fowl mouth, assaulting emceeand's stompinand'em out
talkinand' more garbage than oscar the grouch
iand'm knockinand'em out, like fish you be floppinand' around
paramedics are jetting you to the hospital now
choppinand'em down, like a lumberjack wit an ax
all thatand's left is puddles of blood with kangols and backpacks
whipenand'em out, like some boogies on a snot rag
thugs be boys, nerd emceeand's and even art fags
not sad, iand'm happy like gilmore
iand'm ill raw, funky, fresh, deaf and still more
iand'm real poor, only chips iand'm stackinand' is my pringles
punch bachelors so i can say i have hit singles
i mix-mingle, try to lead fellow musicians
but iand'm driven by the competition then i start to dissinand'
iand'm trippinand', like jack trippa iand'm surrounded by broads
you think you get raw? (come and knock on my door)
iand'm not on a tour, if you wanna see me perform
ya gotta come to my crib sit wit my kid on the floor
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[verse 3]
iand'm dirty like an aids infested hypodermic needle
gritty like the sand in the speedo of a fag gweedo
grimy like a slimy reptiley creature
even if i lost my speech, i would still beatand'cha
stumbling, and mumbling make ya words clearer
ya strugglinand' worse than big punand's pallbearers
my rhymes are more grimy than ya grandmaand's ass
in the heat for three weeks without havinand' a bath
and havinand' attacks, of uncontrollable gas
wit a mess in her depends and grandpas nut blast
step to me, i got them rhymes straight out the gutter
itand's embaracinand' like goinand' to the mall wit cha mother
and ya handicapped father and ya retarded brotha
why bother battlinand' me go find anotha
rhymes to steal tagged on the wall of a menand's room stall
you a victim of emcee assault!
[chorus]
