We're on a mission  Dissin' all of the opposition  MCs, it's my butt you're kissin'  Because I desire    Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear  Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a career  Others try to imitate but none has come near  So you see why everybody stands up and cheer  And if you really think about it you know what it means  To be a female rapper from the heart of Queens  And see others dream about being supreme  But once on the scene we start killing kings  People claim we're too wild to tame  On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame  And oh, so cool when we rap you need a sweater  The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather  Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better  Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why - cuz I desire    DJs come and go just like the wind  But mine is better than all of them  She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut  More lethal than a laser if you wanna play rough  Not the object of a show, subject to cut ??  ?? tell you Spinderella's dope  Call her Spin for short but she don't take ??  Wanna duel? You're a fool ??  Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed  Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas  She's the mutilator, music carnivore  Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw  You're still amazed by the way she plays  Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire    Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher  From Queens, New York not Delaware  I like my steak well-done cuz I hate it rare  And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Bear  Pepa from the Salt so do not rip  Cuz if you do I'll shift from first to fifth  Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were dead  Short, fading went I went upside your head  So get back to the beat cuz the beat is bad  The beat pro and the bass gets much impact  The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass  We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place cuz I desire    While you're on the set let the cameras roll  Salt and Pepa are the stars, the world's the video  Your room is boomin' when we're on your stereo  So hold on tight, don't dare let go  We're the teachers, you're the students - class is in session  Pay attention boys and girls, and learn your lesson  We're running things, yes, we're taking over  You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower  Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack  Not trying, succeeding cuz it's like that  Hot damn, how could you be so doggone dumb?  Trying to dis Salt and Pepa when we're number one?  But we excuse you cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a daze  Like every duck you're confused in so many ways  Giving nothing, taking all whether big or small  We got a ?? beat and it's dope, def y'all  Every day of the week you're at my beck and call  You wanna try me out? You don't have the gall cuz I desire