Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Darryl Delite
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Allamby, Zero
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Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
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Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
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Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
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Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
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Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
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Mix by: Vanilla Ice
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Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
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Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
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Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
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Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
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It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
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Hittin' like Tyson.
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So listen to the rhythm I givin' em,
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My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
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When I'm sendin' 'em
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Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
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Kickin it like psycho
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And I'm exploding like nitro-glis,
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Coming like a hurricane bliss,
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Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
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My man Zero is back with a killer slice,
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I'm blowin' up the mic,
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Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
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With twice the punch,
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I put the crunch on Marky
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And take the funky out of his bunch.
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I hit the home run
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You got to third base, son.
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I'm in first place,
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Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
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Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight,
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With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
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Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
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Right at the head of a sucka,
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Crack home run.
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how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
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I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
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I put it on ya hard
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I'll make ya hurt well,
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Cuz you fell into my booby traps
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No more good vibrations,
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I'm tired of your boots raps,
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So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
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An maybe roll you like a zig zag
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Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
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You did what I did,
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So you're gonna lose kid,
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Cuz to me you're still a new kid on the block
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Get off my jock,
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Get off my diznok
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Before you get dropped
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For the beatdown
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Yeh, this is the last verse,
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Should I say the last round.
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And its time I knock out another class clown.
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Sit down and take notes
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As Vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
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Oh waht a pity, though
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Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
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It was video and I can admit that,
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All that money's wasted cuz your songs wacked,
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I make stuff to make the people gather.
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An' let 'em see us in a pit,
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I wanna slam dance with ya, Hammer.
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Now can I kick it, of course I can.
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yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
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I'm gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
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Ya thought I'd fade, well ya did wrong.
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I'm the imperial threat for this sound fools.
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Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
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Hit'em hard
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Vanilla Ice |