[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
  
   [Chorus: repeat 2X]
   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]