[Verse 1]
Here it is, a dope hit
 [bad word] 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 gimp
 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 three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
 bop bop bop
 And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
 was a big fl-fl-flop flop
 brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
 but this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
 Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
 given my rhyming spice while my DJs 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 

 [bad word] 
 Why is that I disperse
 Why does God shun
 Why does my man try [bad word] my actions
 Why is that I disperse
 Why does God shun
 Why does my man try [bad word] my actions
 It's my living condition
 It's my living condition
 It's my living condition
 It's my living condition

[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 full
 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

 [bad word] 

 No one will stop me
 No one will stop me
 No one will stop me

 You don't get a second chance
 Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
 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 itty-bitty target
 And as I walk through the valley of sin
 I walk with all you - my friends