[Intro: La The Darkman]
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 [bad word]  La The Darkman (Vanilla Ice)]
 Darkman
 (V-Ice)
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] sucked in a Tahoe
 When I hear a beat it's like putting tims on my feet
 [bad word] a track meet away from the beats, [bad word] police
 [bad word] the street with a Mack Milli for rappers who act silly
 [bad word] it back, then smoke a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

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