Here it is A dope hit.
Iceman comin’ with the dope hit.
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit,
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum.
Now I’m gonna blast them in the head,
Till they’re dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but I’m no gimp,
On the strength cuz I know how to pimp it.
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand,
Vanilla Ice vocal hit man.
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin’ on the rooftoop,
Pop-pop-pop,
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop.
The brothers didn’t like your record,
Cuz it wasn’t hip-hop=hop,
But this ain’t a dis, cuz you sold gold.
Still a made a killin’
Cuz it ain’t even a tenth of eleven million.
Givin’ my rhyme spice, while my DJ’s on the slice,
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The Iceman.
Ice, Ice, Man…the wrath of the Ice Man
I’m the Ice, the Iceman but I’m no superhero,
So baby just cut that zero.
I’m gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous,
Trying to say that I might be another Elvis.
Forget that I’m Vanilla, the funky rhyme killa,
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack MC
There’s no wack in me, and big dollars is all I’m stackin’ G
So give a boost to the volume.
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom,
So step back and give me room, as I consume the others