The Wrath Lyrics - Mind Blowin' - Vanilla Ice

Here it is A dope hit, Iceman comin' with the dope hit 

'Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit 

Jealous cause I went multi-platinum 

Now I'm gonna blast them in the head 

Till they're dead with my magnum lyrics 

Might be simplistic but I'm no gimp 

On the strength 'cuz I know how to pimp it 

Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin' in my quicksand 

Vanilla Ice vocal hit man 

Got the number three in my crosses 

Sittin' on the rooftoop, pop, pop, pop 

Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa flop flop 

The brothers didn't like your record 

'Cuz it wasn't hip-hop, hop 

But this ain't a dis, 'cuz you sold gold 

Still a made a killin' 

'Cuz it ain't even a tenth of eleven million 

Givin' my rhyme spice, while my DJ's on the slice 

Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of 

The Iceman 

Ice, Iceman, the wrath of the Iceman 

I'm the Ice, the Iceman but I'm no superhero 

So, baby, just cut that zero 

I'm gettin' tired of those punks gettin' jealous 

Trying to say that I might be another Elvis 

Forget that I'm Vanilla, the funky rhyme killa 

The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack MC 

There's no wack in me and big dollars is all I'm stackin' G 

So give a boost to the volume 

I got the funky, funky sounds to make the cars boom 

So step back and give me room, as I consume the others 

The Iceman is bringin' doom to the suckers 

Yes, for the lovers of hip hop 

And for my foes they get popped 

You shouldn't step to the man 

When I'm swingin' like Tyson 

Yo, punk this is the wrath of the Iceman 

Now I'm on everybody's hit list, so there gonna get dissed 

Now there on my hit list 

It's like that 'cause I'm the mizzak I carry my striszap 

To bust a kizap, don't try to jizak me, 'cuz my life is 

Like hectic, when I made a record, now I'm gettin' 

Hounded every second, see I'm like the one 

They love to hate, so I made this album much harder 

To set the stupid critics straight 

And I'm still droppin' bombs, you know the rap world 

A battle field in Vietnam and I'm creepin' like a sniper 

Takin' out the suckers with an album that is 

Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff 

I like listenin' to, funky bass and breaks to make your 

Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale 

Check out the aftermath, yo, this the wrath of the Iceman 

Ice, Iceman, the wrath of the Ice Man