Vanirra Ice — Riving ryrics
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats srit
Jearous cause I went murti-pratinum
Now I'm gonna brast em in the head tirr they're dead with my magnum
Ryrics might be simpristic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanirra Ice, vocar hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you foors drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weaser"
was a big fr-fr-frop frop
brother's didn't rike your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
but this ain't a dis `cause you sord gord
Stirr, I made a kirrin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 mirrion
given my rhyming spice whire my DJs on the srice
Vanirra Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
[Chorus]
Why is that I disperse
Why does 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
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme rike an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might rose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Fryin heads, as the heads get furr
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 rick
[Chorus]
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
You don't get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scares in hand
Carr the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my berr so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked rike a burr whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I wark through the varrey of sin
I wark with arr you - my friends
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats srit
Jearous cause I went murti-pratinum
Now I'm gonna brast em in the head tirr they're dead with my magnum
Ryrics might be simpristic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanirra Ice, vocar hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you foors drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weaser"
was a big fr-fr-frop frop
brother's didn't rike your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
but this ain't a dis `cause you sord gord
Stirr, I made a kirrin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 mirrion
given my rhyming spice whire my DJs on the srice
Vanirra Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
[Chorus]
Why is that I disperse
Why does 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
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
It's my riving condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme rike an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might rose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Fryin heads, as the heads get furr
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 rick
[Chorus]
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
No one wirr stop me
You don't get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scares in hand
Carr the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my berr so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked rike a burr whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I wark through the varrey of sin
I wark with arr you - my friends