Then get the heck out
 Put on your battlin' gear  but don't come strapped
 Bullets are not needed  this time it's rap for rap
 I'm makin' the move  and soon you'll have to make yours back
 In fact  the further the rhyme is dancin'  Jack will get a lip smack
 So break up because it's time you shook up  you gotta make up
 It's time to break up the party  now you're shook up
 Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par
 And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
 Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
 Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope
 Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
 Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

 You might have thought about goin' against the spices
 Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
 Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
 Because I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese
 You want flavor, well here's something to savor
 Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
 And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
 For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind
 Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
 Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
 This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
 You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
 The ebony queens are back on the scene
 I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
 Cornball sucker, give me a break
 I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
 Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
 Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
 Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown
 The competition, I'm sure they'll blow down
 Even if you seem to stand stiff
 The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift

 Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
 Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with
 Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
 A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
 Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
 I won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
 Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed
 The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream
 The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
 Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
 If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
 None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ???
 Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick
 You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
 Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
 Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench
 My fist, I twist words you use to rip
 The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

 Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
 Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?
 Break out the health supplies and medical aid
 Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
 Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
 Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan
 Against disease, sorta like a wack MC
 Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
 I fear no one, plus I tell no tales
 I will stand up to any male or female
 Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
 Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
 State of shock, too hard for one to take
 So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
 Beats for torture, but don't get played
 I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
 Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
 The name, we designed the game, and we get swift