Ice-T: Iceberg

I-C-E B-E-R-GWhat's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?Time to bleed, slaughter, sliceTry to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab miceDice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissectPut you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweatCos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?Well 911 you should dialBefore my posse makes a move on your mom's cribThink we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kidBlow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshotsThrow you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rotCos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heardCall me The Ice...or just The IcebergVerse 2Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one nightFucked the bitch with a flashlightPulled it out and left the batteries inSo he could get a charge when he beginUsed his dick, the shit was tightBitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lightsRolled her over to change a connectionThe bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erectionI'm the Ice rhymer, a big timerAnd yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kindaA mack and a poet, impressive I know itDon't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-edOn the mic it's livin' breathin' hypeA 1989 type DolemiteCool motherfucker, wordCall me The Ice...or just The IcebergVerse 3Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift10 below, gave her the dickIt was cold and she said "Quit!"Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"Charlie's dick was frozen hardBut she said she never felt itMaybe Charlie's dick meltedYes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquorParental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the niggaTriple X is how I rateI'm the one your parents hateI'm as cold as cold can getUnder pressure never sweatCool motherfucker, wordCall me The Ice...or just The IcebergVerse 4Out with the posse on a night runGirls on the corner, so let's have some funDonald asked one if she was gameBack Alley Sally was her nameShe moved on the car and moved fastOn the window pressed her assAll at once we heard a crashDonald's dick had broke the glassYes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealerAnd if we play cards don't let me be the dealerThe Ice, cool as water, hard as stoneThe black mack of the microphoneTalkin' shit the way I doRhyme Pays, the posse grewDid you like Power? WordWell this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg