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Verse 1
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I-C-E B-E-R-G
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What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?
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Time to bleed, slaughter, slice
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Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice
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Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect
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Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat
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Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?
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Well 911 you should dial
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Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib
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Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid
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Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots
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Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
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Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard
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Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
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Verse 2
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Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night
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Fucked the bitch with a flashlight
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Pulled it out and left the batteries in
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So he could get a charge when he begin
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Used his dick, the shit was tight
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Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights
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Rolled her over to change a connection
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The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection
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I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer
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And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda
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A mack and a poet, impressive I know it
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Don't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed
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On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype
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A 1989 type Dolemite
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Cool motherfucker, word
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Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
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Verse 3
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Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift
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10 below, gave her the dick
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It was cold and she said "Quit!"
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Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"
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She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"
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Charlie's dick was frozen hard
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But she said she never felt it
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Maybe Charlie's dick melted
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Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor
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Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga
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Triple X is how I rate
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I'm the one your parents hate
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I'm as cold as cold can get
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Under pressure never sweat
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Cool motherfucker, word
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Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg
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Verse 4
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Out with the posse on a night run
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Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun
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Donald asked one if she was game
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Back Alley Sally was her name
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She moved on the car and moved fast
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On the window pressed her ass
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All at once we heard a crash
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Donald's dick had broke the glass
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Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer
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And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer
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The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone
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The black mack of the microphone
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Talkin' shit the way I do
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Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
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Did you like Power? Word
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Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg
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The Iceberg
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