Q Strange - Emcee Assault lyrics

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) punchlines like people at the prom waitin for juice
You got wack rhymes use the mic cord as a noose
Im sorta confused, cuz I thought I saw on the news
That there's an epidemic spreading and they caught it from you
It's wack rapper disease and it affects punk emcee's
You beating me is like black folks on ski's
Never seein 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
Come on 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 aint cute no more, just like Little Bow Wow
You a fowl mouth, assaulting emcee's stompin'em out
Talkin more garbage than oscar the grouch
Im 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 narc bags
Nuts sag, Im happy like Gilmore
I'm illborn, funky, fresh, definite still more
I'm real poor, only chips Im stackin is my pringles
Punch bachelors so I can say I have hit singles
I mix-mingle, try to lead fellow musicians
But Im driven by the competition then I start to dissin
Im trippin, like jack trippa Im surrounded by broads
You think you get raw? Im 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

Im dirty like a aids infested hyperdermic needle
Gritty like the sand in the speedo of a fag gweedo
Grimey like a slimey reptiley creature
Even if I lost my speech, I would still beat'cha
Stumblin, and mumblin make ya words clearer
Ya strugglin worse than Big Pun's PaulBearers
My rhymes are more grimey 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 nutblast
Step to me, I got them rhymes straight out the gutter
It's embaracin like goin to the mall wit cha motha
And ya handicapped father and ya retarted brotha
Why bother battlin me go find anotha
Rhymes are still tagged on the wall of a mens room stall
You a victim of Emcee Assault!

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