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Vanilla Ice

The Wrath

 

The Wrath

(album: Mind Blowin - 1994)


Here it is A dope hit.
Iceman coming 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 sitting 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 killing
Cuz it ain't even a tenth of eleven million.
Giving 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 stacking 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 bringing 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.

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.
Taking 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.

Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man

done

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