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[Verse 1] Here comes the lyrical breakdown Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown It`s the Ice Man slicin`, Dicin` Hittin` like Tyson So listen to the rhythm I givin` `em My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck when I`m sendin` `em Yo, My funky rhymes flow Kickin it like psycho And I`m exploding like nitro-glis Coming like a hurricane bliss Straight sacking the track like a quarterback My man Zero is back with a killer slice I`m blowin` up the mic Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice With twice the punch I put the crunch on Marky And take the funky out of his bunch I hit the home run You got to third base, son I`m in first place Take a seat clown for the beatdown
[Verse 2] Uh, tonight`s the night of the big fight With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger Right at the head of a sucka Crack home run How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, Son? Uh! I tried to make your head ring like a church bell I put it on ya hard I`ll make ya hurt well Cuz you fell into my booby traps No more good vibrations I`m tired of your boots raps So I eat ya like scooby snacks An maybe roll you like a zig zag Or smoke you like a hootie mac You did what I did So you`re gonna lose kid Cause to me you`re still a new kid on the block Get off my jock, Get off my diznok Before you get dropped for the beatdown
[Verse 3] Yeah, this is the last verse Should I say the last round And its time I knock out another class clown Sit down and take notes As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics Oh what a pity, though Cause ya had to spend three million dollars on your video It was video and I can admit that All that money`s wasted cause your song`s wack I make stuff to make the people gather An` let `em see us in a pit I wanna slam dance with ya, Hammer Now can I kick it, of course I can yo, you will get burned out, then turned out I`m gonna keep comin strong, song after song Ya thought I`d fade, well ya did wrong I`m the imperial threat for this sound fools Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown
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