3rd Bass
The Wrath
[Verse 1]
Here it is, A dope hit
Iceman's comin' with the dope sh*t
Cause a few suckers 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 simp
On the strength cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers 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 killin'
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

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 killa
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 suckers
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


[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 suckers 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