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Ca sĩ: Vanilla Ice
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[Chorus]
Darkman
V-Ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
 
[Verse 1: La the Darkman]
I've been in bloody pictures
Ill as Hitler back in Germany
Kid's think they're burning me
You really ain't concerning me
King be hold a Mack 8 plus 3
And I draw rhymes fast as Zorro draw that Z
Draw guns - fast as white boys on TV
You can't **** with me! Trapper conti
Warfare my clan specialize in putting cats in
wheelchairs
Pack a .38 Snubnose name brand clothes
What's money to my clan was death to my foes
That's how it goes, My *****z is gung-ho
God advocates sniping weak rappers with a crossbow
Stay on the low with a M-16 flow
In the Benz with a dime *****, puffin hydro
I'm CEO you're TKO, John Doe
My raps is like cheap keys straight from Mexico
Yo, I flow like a UFO, All-Pro
Rich kid, get my **** sucked in a Tahoe
When I hear a beat it's like putting tims on my feet
Then run a track meet away from the beats, **** police
I run the street with a Mack Milli for rappers who act silly
**** it back, then smoke a ***** like a Philly
 
[Chorus] - repeat
[Verse 2: Vanilla Ice]
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot 'em out like an arrow
Swooping on suckers like an eagle, not a sparrow
walk a wide path, never ever walk it narrow
Step on stage with funky hip-hop apparel
Got the funky rhymes sometimes they leave you scared bro
It's like looking down a shotgun barrel
Hardcore
Runs through my veins like cocaine
V-Ice, In your brains like bloodstains
Psycho!
When I step to the mic, bro
You know the Ice'll do it right, what I'm saying is "Yo"
Suckers fronting what you wantin is for me to fade!
Thought I was outta here, I ain't going away!
Back with the track, I keep my bank fat
You know I got the flavor for the funky format
You're not giving up, the credit I seek
Darkman's in the house he's ready to creep
Now what you gonna do
When my boys are on you
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe
Now crank it up for your passenger - LOUDER
Cause it's the thrilla killa, I bring this hardcore hour
 
[Chorus] - repeat
[Chorus] - repeat