The duo is back, competition check out the new get the heck out Put on your battlin' gear but come strapped are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move and soon you'll to make yours back In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack get a lip smack So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta up time to break up the party, now you're shook up
Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, up to par And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the notes Spinderella's a propeller spinnin' music so dope Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the Hold on 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might thought about goin' against the spices Salt and a mixture like Chinese rices Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please try to rip Because I'll melt ya like Nacho
You want flavor, well, here's something to Why don't you a microphone in front of my face And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme For all the nerds, let all the feed your mind
the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin' Bodily makin' 'em dance And Pep, this is the Christmas This is duck season and I'm high outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the I assume you suck like a vacuum machine Cornball sucker, give me a I'm-a drop you the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to break any sucker or Who to get assaulted with a deadly pepper Go down, low-down, this no showdown The competition, I'm they'll blow down Even if you seem to stiff The breeze of the makes you move and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes 'Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (Fuck) stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds A musical score leg, a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's to put out lights I won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta Lyrical queen, mess around and you'll get The star of male's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony in a lyrical safari me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari If you were the king, laws would you have me obey? None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]
Quick to split the chick tryin' to get You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick Little Miss Wench, my is a trench you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench My fist, I twist you use to rip The next time you flex, I'm to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists and rhyme Can you believe there's a sucker to cause static? Break out the supplies and medical aid your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
Rhythmic without corrosion Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a disease, sorta like a wack MC Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, I tell no tales I will stand up to any male or Ones who persist to resist end up a in a daze or a faze
Because he is in a state of shock, too for one to take So in a multitude of crowds I run to for torture but don't get played I stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid Scared of the fact we back to uplift The name, we designed the game and we get