| What’s that spell? |
| Iceberg, nigga, can’t you read?
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| Time to bleed, slaughter, slice
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| Try to say I wasn’t nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice
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| Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect
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| Put you in a boilin’pot and let your ass sweat
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| Cos I rap on game you think I’m weak in a freestyle?
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| Well 911 you should dial
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| Before my posse makes a move on your mom’s crib
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| Think we got knives and guns? |
| We got bombs, kid
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| Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots
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| Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
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| Cos I’m the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard
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| Call me The Ice… or just The Iceberg
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| Evil E was out coolin’with a freak one night
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| Fucked the bitch with a flashlight
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| Pulled it out and left the batteries in So he could get a charge when he begin
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| Used his dick, the shit was tight
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| Bitch’s titties start blinkin’like tail lights
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| Rolled her over to change a connection
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| The bitch’s ugly face cold spoiled his erection
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| I’m the Ice rhymer, a big timer
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| And yes I’m a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda
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| A mack and a poet, impressive I know it Don’t only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed
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| On the mic it’s livin’breathin’hype
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| A 1989 type Dolemite
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| Cool motherfucker, word
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| Call me The Ice… or just The Iceberg
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| Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift
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| 10 below, gave her the dick
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| It was cold and she said «Quit!»
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| Charlie Jamm said «Bullshit!»
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| She said «Oh, oh, oh my god!»
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| Charlie’s dick was frozen hard
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| But she said she never felt it Maybe Charlie’s dick melted
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| Yes, I’m the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor
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| Parental Guidance Sticker? |
| Yeah, I’m the nigga
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| Triple X is how I rate
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| I’m the one your parents hate
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| I’m as cold as cold can get
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| Under pressure never sweat
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| Cool motherfucker, word
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| Call me The Ice… or just The Iceberg
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| Out with the posse on a night run
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| Girls on the corner, so let’s have some fun
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| Donald asked one if she was game
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| Back Alley Sally was her name
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| She moved on the car and moved fast
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| On the window pressed her ass
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| All at once we heard a crash
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| Donald’s dick had broke the glass
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| Yes, I’m the big wheeler, the girl stealer
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| And if we play cards don’t let me be the dealer
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| The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone
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| The black mack of the microphone
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| Talkin’shit the way I do Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
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| Did you like Power? |
| Word
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| Well this is The Ice… or just The Iceberg |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Iceberg , by - Ice T. Song from the album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп