Here it is, a hit comin with a dope hit Cause a few suckers need throats slit Jealous cause I multi-platinum Now I'm gonna blast em in the head they're dead with my magnum Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no On the strip, cause I know how to it Now I got grip and suckers keep in my quicksand Vanilla ice, hitman Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop Bop bop bop And you drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel" Was a big flop Brother's didn't your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop But this ain't a dis `cause you gold Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king
No one will me No one will me No one will me No one stop me No one will me No one will me
Why is I disperse Why God shun Why my man try to run my actions Why is I disperse Why does God Why does my man try to run my It's my condition It's my living It's my condition my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an Now watch your back son, cause you lose your neck Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on I rock records, every at random heads, as the heads get full Thoughts and speakers get ripped and To my I'm wicked as a witch on a broom I bricks with one lick
No one will me No one stop me No one stop me
You don't get a chance Cause and tremors bring the scales in Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's You wanna rock my so I broke them down My tongue snapped and cracked a bull whip And you nothing but my itty-bitty target And as I walk through the of sin I walk with all you - my
by ross robinson