Vanilla Ice — Living

[Intro] *beatboxing* [Verse 1] Here it is, a dope hit Iceman comin' with a dope hit Cause a few suckers need their throats slit Jealous cause I went multi-platinum Now I'm gonna blast 'em in the head Till they're dead with my magnum Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no simp On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand Vanilla ice, vocal hitman Got the number 3 in my crosses, sittin' on the rooftop *mimicking gun sounds* And you fools drop [*Scratching*] was a big fl-fl-flop flop Brothers didn't like your record 'cause it wasn't hip hop hop But this ain't a diss, cause you sold gold Still, I made a killin' and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million Given my rhyme spice, my DJ's on the slice Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me [Hook] [?] Why do god shun Why does my man try to run my actions Why is that I disperse Why does God shun Why does my man try to run my actions Oh, my living condition Why they disperse all on my living condition, why It's my living condition Why they disperse all on my living condition, yeah! [Verse 2] Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on I rock records, every record at random Flyin' heads, as the heads get fold Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn To my tomb I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick I smash bricks with one lick [Hook] [Bridge] Speak out tough [?] [?] he never did Hot post color, word to the mother Me and Ross, and we in this motherfucker [?] [?] like a bullet from me gun [?] gotta run No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me [Verse 3] You don't get a second chance Causing tremors, I break the richer scales in half Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down You wanna rock my bell, so I broke them down My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip And you ain't nothing but my ticky-ticky target And as I walk through the valley of sin I walk with all you, my friends