Q STRANGE - Emcee Assault lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

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

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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-mingle, try to lead fellow musicians

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

[Chorus]

[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!

[Chorus]