Vanilla Ice: Living

Here it is, a dope hit Jealous cause I went multi-platinum Iceman comin with a dope hit Cause a few suckers need their throats slit Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman bop bop bop Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel" was a big fl-fl-flop flop but this ain't a dis 'cause you sold gold brother's didn't like your record 'cause it wasn't hip hop hop given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the slice Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me Why is that I disperse (Chorus) Why does my man try to run my actions Why does God shun Why does God shun Why is that I disperse Why does my man try to run my actions It's my living condition It's my living condition It's my living condition It's my living condition Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on Flyin heads, as the heads get full Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn I rock records, every record at random I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick To my tomb I smash bricks with one lick (Chorus) No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me You don't get a second chance Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip And as I walk through the valley of sin And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target I walk with all you - my friends