1.Fuck Me
As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight
Now pay attention to this flow, there's no reason to hate
Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it
Sit back and just listen to the music
You get sucked up in this melody
Hell'll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their
jealousy
(huh) They're telling white lies now realize I caught it from
the top
and I can see it in your eyes
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
Like a phony acting like that you was my homey
Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony
I'm the only that's gonna shine, so forget it
You critics who wasn't with it
Mad cause I flipped it back on ya'
Blowin up the spot like Kazinsky on safety
Blaze another track cause I'm simply hot to trot
Gotta make a knot, get the people into it
When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot
Now tell me if you know how I'm coming, nose running
To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning
And never will I change a format and now you know
I can't go for that
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
Fuck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak
bastard...
f_ck Vanilla Ice...He sucks...he eats sh_t...F_ck Vanilla Ice
(yelling)I hope you got more sh_t than that you weak
motherf_cker!
And there ain't nothing you can do
And there ain't nothing you can do
One short life and I can't die
Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine
Still I'm waiting, waiting to die
Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father's
pride
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck you...you white a＊＊...Bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer
park...bi_ch...
f_cking...F_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack
a＊＊...
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Biaaaatch!
Ha Ha Ha
2.Living
Lyricist：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, James Larkin, Mayo, Ross
Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
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 you in the head
Till you're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no simp
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, 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 ten eleven million
Given my rhyming spice while my DJ's 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
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？
Now why does my man try to run my actions？
My living condition
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
To my tomb
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
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？
Now why does my man try to run my actions？
My living condition
My living condition
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You don't get a second chance
(No one will stop me)
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
(No one will stop me)
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
(No one will stop me)
And you ain't nothing but my itty bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
(No one will stop me)
I walk with all you my friends
3.Prozac
Lyricist：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, Johnson, Larkin, Mayo, Ross
Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another Vietnam
I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
I'm real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine
I roll up on you like Eastwood
I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I'm in your grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser
Rollin' through the hood I know you're gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I think it's time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so let's test it
I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking
No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and there's no dissin'
And here's a quick lesson I carry a Smith and Wesson
Listen up close and there'll be no confusion
Now you're addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother I'm here to tear it up
And if you can't get with it, I don't give a fuck
So run to your crew and tell them I am here
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
It's the funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
4.Scars
Lyricist：Douglas John Ardito, Chimielinski, James Larkin, Ronald D Jr
Mayo, Ross Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
Reality sucks too much pain
I can't explain why I wanna bash brains？
Still I see it on the other side
Got a new baby wanna stay alive
Give what I give and give what I got
Make it worth while 'cause I got another shot
Broken families that always got pain
I break the chain refuse to be the same
Mother did as good as you could
After all the abuse I still understood
Three times divorced and three times a kid
Gave us more love than our father ever did
Now we've all grown and moved along
I tried to forget but my brother did me wrong
But it's real hard to put it all behind me
It's like a tattoo frozen in a memory
I can't seem to erase the stain
In my brain things will never be the same
I remember all the lies fucked up now I realize
Never had a chance as a kid I was a man
Fight after fight wasn't really what I planned
Father whoever you are
Beat my mother down all I see is scars
And memories what about me？
Throw me through a window for watching TV
Where did I get this anger？
Where did I get this hate？
And where did I get my temper？
Now I'm gonna show my faith
(Huh)
Never will I be like you be like you
Fucked up that shit I'm staying true
My family
True to my family
I'm true to my family
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true stay true
True to my family
True
True to my family
Stay true stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true stay true
Never will I be like you, never will I be like you
Never will I be like you, never will I be like you
Never will I be like you, never will I be like you
5.S.N.A.F.U.
Lyricist：Doug Ardito, Chimielinski, Holloman, Johnson, Larkin, Mayo,
Ross Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
Now, the industry has got me thinking twice
Thinking with the treble mix, gotta shake 'em like dice
Let the whole world know I can't go for that
Girls know that I got gold and stacks
In every cult de sac from the streets to the clubs
I'm making hits and everybody's showing love
Fact is I'm back and I'm rolling like Jackson
Won't stop until I'm back at multi platinum
So I start with some action, I'm the main attraction
Here to lie down to the west crackin'
Stackin' big chips Holmes gotta get 'em
Hauling in lots of residuals, what you got
You can't choose me, bring it to you live for the year two G
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No I'm all fucked up
Yo, Ice it's Jim splice me in no, stop
Begin, pause, 'cause I gotta call the next of kin
Tell 'em where you been, tell 'em that you're ok
DOA, here say, no way, won't say
Dead yes, dead all, not dead and gone
Like a multi leader, a little bit withdrawn
Time and go like a vicious cycle, then wham
Make 'em think that, you are coming out like
George Michael on par to make people to turn
In no sooner hook line and sinker like
Charlie the Tuna drop the hero and get with the zero
I'll try to keep it clean like Mr. Belvedere
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck the single
Don't want to take it in the can, you're not Pringles
But once you pop you can't stop
So don't interrupt situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No I'm all fucked up yeah
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Situation normal all fucked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No I'm all fucked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah and I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No I'm all fucked up
Round and round we go
Where it stops nobody knows
Round and round we go
Where it stops nobody knows
6.The Horny Song
Lyricist：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, Johnson, Larkin, Mayo, Ross
Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
Now that ya feelin' it, I see you're gettin' weak
You're gettin' real close, you're reachin' that peak
Uh, you're like high altitude in a Lear Jet
Work them hips like a pistons in a corvette
Slow down or I'll have to pull ya over
Search ya, handcuff ya, and do a move on ya
You get a GWB stands for girl
With a body pump it like a hottie
Seems like you got switches and you're hittin' 'em
Two wheel motion keep bumpin' 'em
Now throw it east to west and put a hump in it
Back stroke, and boogie with a bump in it
Tell me how ya do it like that, how ya got stacked
How you scrambled like a quarter back
I want you weak in the knees and shaking in your pants
And all I wanna do is make you dance
Come on
Come on
Feel it
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
See the sweat that you're lettin' off
Now, keep it comin' girl, ya know I love it when you take it off
You got me sittin' in the hot seat
Drippin' from the body heat from my head to my feet
We can do it by candle light all night
Keep it goin' till the sunlight, that's right
Whatcha tryin' to do, make the ice melt？
Don't you know my cream is good for your health？
You know you wanna shake what your mama gave ya
You're getting real hot, now I'm gonna spray ya
Rub it in like lotion, juices flowin' everywhere like water in
the ocean
You got that hourglass figure
Uh, all the right moves and ya know I wanna dig ya
You got thirty-one flavors, know what I mean？
And I wanna take a dip in your ice cream
Come on
Come on
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
Know I'll be the one to kick this shit off
And crank it up like a 250 engine in a motorcross
And make ya feel it girl till ya get sick with it
And all that junk in your trunk, don't be stingy with it
And I'm gonna make it all good like the weekend
You got enough for yourself and for all my friends
And it's enough of me to go round like the globe
Set it up like a tent, watch it unfold
I see your eyes glistening for the Benji's
But you ain't gotta fake it, I just want you to shake it
Break me off a piece of that action like Jackson
I ain't trying to hit it and I ain't trying to wax it
Picture you and me on the beach and you be
Climbing up this tall coconut tree
All I wanna do is hump with it and make you scream
And eat you up as I floss with your g-string
Come on
Come on
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
...
7.Too Cold
Lyricist：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, Larkin, Mayo, Ross Robinson,
Robert Van Winkle
Ah, stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly
Will it ever stop？ Yo, I don't know
Now turn off the lights, huh, and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold
But you been talkin' that shit
But you been talkin' that shit
But you been talkin' that shit
But you been talkin' that shit
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bulls' eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other DJ say, damn
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
I magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby
Throw your hands in the air
Let me know you're out there
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Throw your hands in the air
Let me know you're out there
Ice Ice Baby
Too fuckin' cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
8.Zig Zag Stories
Lyricist：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, Johnson, Larkin, Mayo, Ross
Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
I had a zig zag story just the other day
I rolled a fat blunt and yo, it ripped this way
I took a puff, uh-huh and what did I see？
Those motherfuckers still wanna I C E
To blaze up a sack of that green Bombay
And when I reach my peak, I explode like Dante
Tha ganjay has got my mind wide open
I'm soakin' in the music, I use it and don't abuse it
And true, it gets me high like the sky
I will buy 'til the day that I die
You ain't gotta ask why
I take tokes from the smoke, I can't deny
Got a lifetime supply
And I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
This is a zig zag story that I had last night
A six-pack, a joint and I was feeling all right
Lit up tha chronic and what did I see？
This bad-ass bitch creeping up on me
She had the look that could get the Ice cooked up in a second
I pictured her undressing and gettin' butt-naked
She walked up to me and said her name was Mary Jane
Ain't no shame in my game, down to do anything
Took me by the hand, ask me if I'd like to fly
You know I like to fly
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Right here
You know we're gettin'
'Em high, right now
Now, here's a zig zag story that I'm havin' right now
Gotta get myself together 'cause some shit is goin' down
And I hit you people off with my new CD
Hard To Swallow, like saying, 'Fuck the industry'
I'm stompin' through the bayou with my black boots laced
And takin' out you motherfuckers acting two-faced
For the people out there gonna blaze 'til I die
Blaze up the Thai
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Blaze up a sack of that green Bombay
Gimme some of that chronic
Ahh, that feels good, ahh, yeah
Pass that joint over here, mother, ahh
9.A.D.D.
Thru-out my dream these hands are tied
You wear your mask, but I see inside
Never a vision I haven't seen
All these lies spurred from dreams
All these lies left me blind
Whether yours？ is all in time
With these hands built this life
Hands of mine now I'm alive
Just can't hide from my self (x2)
I just can't hide from my self
Just can't hide from my fuckin self
I can't hide (x2)
And I can't hide (x2)
Cause I just can't be myself
Cause I just can't fuckin be myself
And I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just myself
I can't hide from my fuckin self
I wanna peel my skin hang it on the shelf
Die from no pain
A minimal brain
Damn I'm like an idiot when I go insane
Too impulsive too impatient
Anxiety's got me screamin this hatred
Still I strive to stay alive
Gotta get mine cause I just can't be myself
Cause I just can't fuckin be myself
And I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just myself
Is there some future？ contemplate
I need gratification before it's too late
The cravings are dry, drive me thru
Self destruction can always be true
Islands of fire keep me alive
No drugs around can fill me inside
I can't hide
And I can't hide
I know I can't hide
And I can't hide
I just can't be myself
And I just can't fuckin be my self
I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just my self
10.Freestyle
Lyricist：Butler, Cox, Holloman, Johnson, Ross Robinson, Robert Van
Winkle
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
Freestylin' on the mic so let if flow
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
First on the microphone psycho
Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in Vegas
Got says they hate us 'cause they are fucking with the greatest
Niggers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes
Knowing they couldn't break us or take us now fake us take us
out, no doubt
Make us serve your ass with a teck
Making rappers bow down like the west side connect
I want the ice like cube, so I blast with the mac ten
But trust me, I'm throwing up the dub just like dub C
Plus we fucks it up on both coasts
Don't show clouts when I rip shot, putt niggers in zip lock
Fucking with this hip hop fanatics still automatic
Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my site is tight
Got wicked ways like MR Mike
Get the gauge in the night these niggers running loose, get the
bodies
These niggers in Khakis and not Versace
Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that
With the ice man bitch and I am gone like that
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
Freestylin' on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
And next on the microphone cnote
I got some bidnez that I gotta handle
See this is kinda risky but I'm gonna have to take the gamble
Niggers they trying to plot a scheme on me
Double and triple teams on me
I'll make them bleed for me
And that's how it is going down
I won't be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground
'Cause you fucked around and pissed the wrong brother off
You lied to yourself when you said I was soft
Now that's a no no, with manhole I'll formulate a plan yo
That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow
Trying to battle me that's a sin
And be like Toni Braxton and you'll never breath again
'Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
Ground with the sound that will make Stevie wonder
Hard, but let me continue
Serving MC's like lettuce on the menu
Pound for pound up in this game to be the best
Back the fuck up off me motherfucker 'cause I'm stressed
You'll wind up in a casket fucking with me
You get your ass kicked hit you harder than an accident
Lets get down to pleasure
And beat the kid out the treasure
Let me measure this here joint 'cause it'll be nothing lesser
I'll betcha that I'll get it wide open like hosteler
Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe
And leave you in suspense like who done that
You checked with grandma
I'll be the last man standing off lyrical stamina
I round up one hundred MC's in one city
Knock off ninety nine and a half
And that leaves a half that wanna face me
I'll leave him face down in the dirt
Call the paramedics check the body for surgery with anesthetic
Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
Set it off like Michael Meyers in a double mattny feature
Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow
Send your ass until tomorrow, you'll be hoping to escape the
horror
Now pay attention to today's lesson
And in for your possession
Recognize these freestyle confession
I'll step aside a case like Kojak giving up the evidence but I
leave no
Fingerprints
Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattock
Come bumpin' on your block
And clean your ass up like Dr. Spock
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
And next on the mic it's the ice, so let it flow
It's the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper
Hypnotize you all like big poppa
Getting everybody blazed with the funky don't stop
As I detonate the spot like Oklahoma on your block
Like it will be the day that I don't blow up any buildings
When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone I'm killing
Registering ten on the richer when I shake it
With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers
Put you in a state of shock like Mick and Mike so get it right
Making is the night
Just to let you know my click is tight, right
We got women up front shaking ass
Just about stripping want to put on the glass
Pass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili
Put down the gun son, there is no need for the nine milli
Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops
Watch as I raid your spot like spartan infatruate your whole
block
11.Valley of Tears
Lyricist：Douglas John Ardito, Scott Borland, Casey Karim Chmielinski,
Lola Holoman, Chuck Johnson, Shannon Larkin, Mayo, Ross
Robinson, Robert Matthew Van Winkle
{There is little doubt that behind these words
There is still the longing to know God
And to find protection in this valley of tears
For this lousy, stinkin' world}
12.Ecstasy
13.Stompin' Through the Bayou
Observe the Sabbath day to keep it holy
Keepin it holy means no snatching purses on sunday
I got what you want and everything you need
Come and follow me thru this society
Hear me holler and scream until your ears bleed
See me comin at you I know you fear me
STOMP! STOMP!
Fuck all the bullshit I don't give a fuck
I can see your scemes you false prophets
Fuck the American dream my shit is toxic
I spit more venom than you leave you in boxes
Stompin thru the bayou no one can stop this
STOMP! STOMP!
Do it how I do it
Flowin like fluid
Blew up the nine deuce and I'm still true to it
Are you stupid
And I mean thought they could stop me
Enemy is sloppy
So I came back like Rocky Balboa
I'll show you how it really goes down
Takin 12 rounds
Turn it into a Ghost Town
Hell bound
Here comes a hell hound for your heart
I rip you apart don't get caught after dark
Cause I...
STOMP! STOMP!
STOMP! STOMP!
Stompin thru the Bayou
STOMP! STOMP!
I got what you want and every thing you need
Come and follow me thru this society
Hear me holler and scream until your ears bleed
STOMP! STOMP!
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