מילים לשיר Emcee Assault – Q Strange

Assaulting emcee's with my lyrical artillery
You sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardry Ability for spitten' these rhymes without no sympathy Verbally assaulting emcee's they should imprison me Given me, electrocution cookin' 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 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 Daily 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 (Verse 2) 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 Whipen'em out, like some boogies on a snot rag Thugs be 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
But I'm driven by the competition then I start to dissin' I'm trippin', like jack trippa 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 (Verse 3) 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 embaracin' 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!.