The Wrath

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah... Aw yeah... You like it like that? (Yeah...) Do you like it like this? (Yeah...) Do you like it like that? (Yeah...) Or do you like it like this? (Yeah...) [Verse 1] Here it is, a dope hit Iceman's comin' with a dope hit 'Cause a few suckers need their throats slit Jealous 'cause I went multi-platinum Now I'm gonna blast them in the head 'til they're dead with my magnum Lyrics might be simplistic But I'm no simp on the strip, 'cause I know how to pimp it Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin' in my quicksand Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman Got the number 3 in my crosses, sittin' on the rooftops [Gunshot sounds], And the fools drop Pop-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 diss, 'cause you sold gold Still, I made a killin' 'cause it ain't even a tenth of eleven-million Givin' my rhyme spice and my DJ's on the slice And Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the... [Chorus] Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman [Post-Chorus] You like it like that? (Yeah...) You like it like this? (Yeah...) You like it like that? (Yeah...) Or do you like it like this? Uh, uh, baby! Yeah... Uh, uh, baby! Yeah... [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 Tryin' to say that I might be another Elvis Forget that 'cause I'm Vanilla, the funky rhyme killer The dope song dealer, ready to peel a cap of a wack MC There's no wack in me, 'cause big dollars is what I'm stackin', G So give a boost to the volume I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom So get back, 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 [Chorus] Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman [Post-Chorus] You like it like that? (Yeah...) You like it like this? (Yeah...) You like it like that? (Yeah...) Or do you like it like this? Uh, uh, baby! Yeah... Uh, uh, baby! Yeah... [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 jizzack me 'Cause 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 You know the rap world's a battlefield 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 bass and breaks to make your speakers shake Earthquake breaks the Richter scale Check out the aftermath, yo, this the wrath of the... [Chorus] Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman Ice, ice, man (Yeah) The wrath of the Iceman [Outro] You like it like that? (Yeah...) You like it like this? (Yeah...) You like it like that? (Yeah...) Or do you like it like this? Yeah...