Q Strange - Emcee Assault lyrics

Assaulting emcee's with my lyrical artillery
You sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardry
Ability for spittin' these rhymes
Without no sympathy
Verbally assaulting emcee's they
Should imprison me given me
Electrocution cookin' me like fricassee
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 waitin' for juice
You got whack rhymes use the
Mic cord as a noose i'm sorta confused
Cuz I thought I saw on the news
That there's an epidemic spreading and
They caught it from you
It's whack rapper disease and
It affects punk emcees
You beating me is like black folks on ski's
You'll never see it kid
Not even in your dreams
I need skills like Carson
Daly needs screamin' teens

Step up if you wanna get hurt
Comin' wit the grime and the
Grit and the dirt
Step up if you wanna get hurt emcee Assault

I talk trash so cats wanna battle me now
Well ain't cute no more
Just like Little Bow Wow a fowl mouth
Assaulting emcee's stompin' 'em out
Talkin' more garbage than Oscar the grouch
I'm knockin' 'em out
Like fish you be floppin' around
Paramedics are jetting you to
The hospital now choppin' 'em down
Like a lumberjack wit an ax
All that's left is puddles of
Blood with Kangols and backpacks
Whipin' 'em out
Like some boogers on a snot rag
Thugs, b-boys, nerd emcee's
And even art fags
Not sad, I'm happy like Gilmore
I'm ill, raw, funky, fresh, deaf
And still more i'm real poor
Only chips I'm stackin' is my Pringles
Punch bachelors so I can say
I have hit singles
I mix-mingle, try to lead fellow musicians
But I'm driven by the competition
Then I start to dissin'
I'm trippin', like Jack Tripper
I'm surrounded by broads
You think you get raw?
(Come and knock on my door)
I'm not on a tour
If you wanna see me perform
Ya gotta come to my crib sit
Wit my kid on the floor

I'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 beat'cha
Stumbling, and mumbling make ya words clearer
Ya strugglin' worse than
Big Pun's Pallbearers
My rhymes are more grimy
Than ya grandma's ass
In the heat for three weeks
Without havin' a bath
And havin' 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
It's embarassin' like goin' to the
Mall wit cha mother
And ya handicapped father and
Ya retarded brotha
Why bother battlin' me go find anotha
Rhymes to steal tagged on the wall
Of a men's room stall
You a victim of Emcee Assault!