Vanilla Ice - Wrath lyrics

[Verse 1] Here it is, A dope hit Iceman's comin' with the dope hit Cause a few s**ers need their throats slit Jealous cause I went multi-platinum Now I'm gonna blast them in the head Till they're dead with my magnum Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp On the strength cause I know how to pimp it Now I got grip and s**ers keep sinkin' in my quicksand Vanilla ice vocal hit man Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin' on the rooftoop [Gunshot sounds], And the fools drop Pop goes the weasel was a big fa-flop-flop The brothers 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 k**in' Cause it ain't even a tenth of eleven million Givin' my rhyme spice, while my dj's on the slice Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of The Iceman [Hook] Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Ice man [Verse 2] I'm the ice, The iceman but I'm no superhero So baby just cut that zero I'm gettin' tired of those punks gettin' jealous Trying to say that I might be another Elvis Forget that cause I'm vanilla, the funky rhyme k**a The dope song deala, ready to peel a cap of a wack MC There's no wack in me, and big dollars is all I'm stackin', G So give a boost to the volume I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom So step back and give me room, As I consume the others The iceman is bringin' doom to the s**ers Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop And for my foes they get popped You shouldn't step to the man When I'm swingin' like Tyson Yo, punk this is the wrath of the Iceman [Hook] [Verse 3] Now I'm on everybody's hitlist, so trip this So they're gonna get dissed, now they're on my hitlist It's like that cause I'm the mizzak I carry my strizap To bust a kizzap, don't try to jizzak me Cuz my life is like hectic, when I made a record Now I'm gettin hounded every second See I'm like the one they love to hate So I made this album much harder to set the stupid critics straight And I'm still droppin' bombs [Bomb sounds] You know the rap world's a battle field in vietnam And I'm creepin' like a sniper Takin' out the s**ers with an album that is funkier and hyper The type of street stuff I like listenin' to Funky ba** and breaks to make your Speakers shake Earthquake breaks the Richter scale Check out the aftermath, yo, this the wrath of The Iceman [Hook]