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Here comes the lyrical breakdown, |
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Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown, |
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It's the Ice |
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Man slicin', dicin'. |
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Hittin' like |
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Tyson.So listen to the rhythm |
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I givin' em, |
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My lyrics got the impact of a |
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Mac truckWhen |
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I'm sendin' 'em |
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Yo, my funky rhymes flow, |
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Kickin it like psycho |
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And I'm exploding like nitro-glis, |
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Coming like a hurricane bliss, |
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Straight sacking the track like a quarterback |
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My man Zero is back with a killer slice, |
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I'm blowin' up the mic, |
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Ya damn right, |
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Vanilla Ice |
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With twice the punch, |
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I put the crunch on |
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MarkyAnd take the funky out of his bunch. |
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I hit the home run |
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You got to third base, son. |
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I'm in first place, |
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Take a seat clown for the beatdown. |
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Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight, |
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With the mic in my hand |
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I got the grip tights. |
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Ready to swing it like a |
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Louisville slugger, |
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Right at the head of a sucka, |
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Crack home run.how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? |
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Uh!I tried to make your head ring like a church bell. |
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I put it on ya hard |
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I'll make ya hurt well,'cause you fell into my booby traps |
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No more good vibrations, |
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I'm tired of your boots raps, |
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So I eat ya like scooby snacks, |
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An maybe roll you like a zig zag |
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Or smoke you like a hootie mac, |
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You did what |
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I did,So you're gonna lose kid,'cause to me you're still a new kid on the block |
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Get off my jock, |
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Get off my diznok |
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Before you get dropped |
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For the beatdown |
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Yeh, this is the last verse, |
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Should I say the last round. |
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And its time |
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I knock out another class clown. |
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Sit down and take notes |
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As Vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics, |
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Oh waht a pity, though'cause ya had to spend three million dollars on your video. |
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It was video and |
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I can admit that, |
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All that money's wasted 'cause your songs wacked, |
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I make stuff to make the people gather. |
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An' let 'em see us in a pit, |
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I wanna slam dance with ya, |
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Hammer.Now can |
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I kick it, of course |
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I can.yo, you will get burned out, then turned out. |
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I'm gonna keep comin stong, song after song, |
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Ya thought |
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I'd fade, well ya did wrong. |
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I'm the imperial threat for this sound fools. |
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Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown. |
