Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
was a big fl-fl-flop flop
brothers didnt like your record `cause it wasnt hip hop hop
but this aint a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million
given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You dont get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the mans down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you aint nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my friends
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