Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother. Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man. But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?.
I-C-E B-E-R-G. What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?. Time to bleed, slaughter, slice. Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice.
Yo! I met this girl the other night. Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight. Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips. Had to cross my legs just to look at her tits.
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin. FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin. They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke. Hit record on my dope remote.
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move. Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove. Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk. Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk.
I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man. The pole man, the shoeshine man. I'm a nigger man, watch me dance. . I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen.