Vanilla Ice - The Wrath | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
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 simp,
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.

[Chorus:]
Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man
Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man
Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man
Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man

[Verse 2]
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
The Iceman is bringin' doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop.
And for my foes they get popped, you shouldn't step to the man
When I'm swingin like Tyson.
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the Iceman.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now I'm on everybody's hit list, so there gonna get dissed,
Now there on my hit list.
It's like that cause I'm the mizzak I carry my strizap,
To bust a kizap, don't try to jizak me, cuz my life is
Like hecktic, when I made a record, now I'm gettin
Hounded every second, see I'm like the one.
They love to hate, so I made this album much harder
To set the stupid critics straight,
And I'm still droppin bombs, you know the rap worlds
A battle field in Vietnam, and I'm creepin like a sniper.
Takin' out the suckers with an album that is
Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff
I like listenin to, funky bass and breaks to make your
Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath.
Yo, this the wrath of the Iceman.

[Chorus]

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