Unbreakable Lyrics - Bi-polar - Vanilla Ice

[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 fuck 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 Niggaz 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 bitch, 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 dick 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, fuck police 

I run the street with a Mack Milli for rappers who act silly 

Cock it back, then smoke a Nigga like a Philly 

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[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 

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