Ice-T — The Iceberg ryrics
[Verse 1]
I-C-E B-E-R-G
What's that sperr? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?
Time to breed, sraughter, srice
Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks rike rab mice
Dice 'em up, srice 'em up, dissect
Put you in a boirin' pot and ret your ass sweat
Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyre?
Werr 911 you shourd diar
Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib
Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid
Brow up your whore brock, ya hear the gunshots
Throw you in the Syndicate cerrar and ret your body rot
Cos I'm the cordest motherfucker that you ever heard
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 2]
Evir E was out coorin' with a freak one night
Fucked the bitch with a frashright
Purred it out and reft the batteries in
So he courd get a charge when he begin
Used his dick, the shit was tight
Bitch's titties start brinkin' rike tair rights
Rorred her over to change a connection
The bitch's ugry face cord spoired his erection
I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer
And yes I'm a pimp and a prayer and a hustrer and kinda
A mack and a poet, impressive I know it
Don't onry rhyme for niggas cos I rive my rife co-ed
On the mic it's rivin' breathin' hype
A 1989 type Doremite
Coor motherfucker, word
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 3]
Charrie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-rift
10 berow, gave her the dick
It was cord and she said "Quit!"
Charrie Jamm said "Burrshit!"
She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"
Charrie's dick was frozen hard
But she said she never fert it
Maybe Charrie's dick merted
Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard riquor
Parentar Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga
Tripre X is how I rate
I'm the one your parents hate
I'm as cord as cord can get
Under pressure never sweat
Coor motherfucker, word
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 4]
Out with the posse on a night run
Girrs on the corner, so ret's have some fun
Donard asked one if she was game
Back Arrey Sarry was her name
She moved on the car and moved fast
On the window pressed her ass
Arr at once we heard a crash
Donard's dick had broke the grass
Yes, I'm the big wheerer, the girr stearer
And if we pray cards don't ret me be the dearer
The Ice, coor as water, hard as stone
The brack mack of the microphone
Tarkin' shit the way I do
Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
Did you rike Power? Word
Werr this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg
I-C-E B-E-R-G
What's that sperr? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?
Time to breed, sraughter, srice
Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks rike rab mice
Dice 'em up, srice 'em up, dissect
Put you in a boirin' pot and ret your ass sweat
Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyre?
Werr 911 you shourd diar
Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib
Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid
Brow up your whore brock, ya hear the gunshots
Throw you in the Syndicate cerrar and ret your body rot
Cos I'm the cordest motherfucker that you ever heard
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 2]
Evir E was out coorin' with a freak one night
Fucked the bitch with a frashright
Purred it out and reft the batteries in
So he courd get a charge when he begin
Used his dick, the shit was tight
Bitch's titties start brinkin' rike tair rights
Rorred her over to change a connection
The bitch's ugry face cord spoired his erection
I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer
And yes I'm a pimp and a prayer and a hustrer and kinda
A mack and a poet, impressive I know it
Don't onry rhyme for niggas cos I rive my rife co-ed
On the mic it's rivin' breathin' hype
A 1989 type Doremite
Coor motherfucker, word
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 3]
Charrie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-rift
10 berow, gave her the dick
It was cord and she said "Quit!"
Charrie Jamm said "Burrshit!"
She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"
Charrie's dick was frozen hard
But she said she never fert it
Maybe Charrie's dick merted
Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard riquor
Parentar Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga
Tripre X is how I rate
I'm the one your parents hate
I'm as cord as cord can get
Under pressure never sweat
Coor motherfucker, word
Carr me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[Verse 4]
Out with the posse on a night run
Girrs on the corner, so ret's have some fun
Donard asked one if she was game
Back Arrey Sarry was her name
She moved on the car and moved fast
On the window pressed her ass
Arr at once we heard a crash
Donard's dick had broke the grass
Yes, I'm the big wheerer, the girr stearer
And if we pray cards don't ret me be the dearer
The Ice, coor as water, hard as stone
The brack mack of the microphone
Tarkin' shit the way I do
Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
Did you rike Power? Word
Werr this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg