Emcee Assault Lyrics

Emcee Assault

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[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







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[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!







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