| 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 Man slicin', dicin'
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| Hittin' like Tyson
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| So listen to the rhythm I givin' em
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| My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
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| When 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, Vanilla Ice
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| With twice the punch
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| I put the crunch on Marky
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| And 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 I got the grip tights
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| Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger
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| Right at the head of a sucka
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| Crack home run
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| How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? |
| Uh!
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| 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
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| Cuz 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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| And 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 I did
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| So you’re gonna lose kid
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| Cuz 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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| Yeah, this is the last verse
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| Should I say the last round
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| And it’s time I knock out another class clown
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| Sit down and take notes
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| As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics
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| Oh what a pity, though
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| Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video
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| It was a good video and I can admit that
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| All that money’s wasted cuz your songs wacked
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| I make stuff to make the people gather
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| And let 'em see us in a pit
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| I wanna slam dance with ya Hammer
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| Now can I kick it, of course I can
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| Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out
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| I’m gonna keep comin strong, song after song
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| Ya thought I’d fade, well ya dead 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 |