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 i\'m gonna blast em in the head till they\'re dead with my magnum lyrics might be simplistic, but i\'m 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 brother\'s didn\'t like your record \'cause it wasn\'t hip hop hop but this ain\'t a dis \'cause you sold gold still, i made a killin and it ain\'t 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 chorus 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 it\'s my living condition it\'s my living condition it\'s my living condition it\'s 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 i\'m wicked as a witch on a broom stick i smash bricks with one lick
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no one will stop me no one will stop me no one will stop me you don\'t get a second chance cause and tremors bring the scales in hand call the cops, the paramedics, the man\'s down you wanna rock my bell so i broke them down my tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip and you ain\'t nothing but my itty-bitty target and as i walk through the valley of sin i walk with all you - my friends produced by ross robinson
