The duo is back, competition check out the new style  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