(parody of "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice)
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[chorus]
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Dice Dice Baby
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Dice Dice Baby
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He can't stop, can he be clean? Never
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Dice is back and he's hornier than ever
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Steps to the mic but he don't say nothin'
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When he starts talking he still says nothin'
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Will he ever stop? Yo, I doubt it
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People gather 'round let me tell you about it
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Sick, he'd be a genius, 'though
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If his I.Q. was as big as his ego
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Jokes, he doesn't know how to write 'em
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Can't write a one, but he knows how to bite 'em
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Insults, that's all he pours on
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Thinks he's the best but he's dressed like a moron
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Light it and smoke it, he's gonna die soon
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Wraps his arm around his head just like a baboon
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If there's a dirty joke bet he knows it
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Watch his career as the Dice man blows it
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[chorus]
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Always huffin' and puffin'
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Like the Big Bad Wolf, but he ain't sayin' nothing
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Now that he's known he's no longer funny
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Harder to stop than the Energizer Bunny
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Hates you, if you're not just like him
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But I'd kill myself before I acted like him
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Life ain't fair, his head's real dense
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But he's makin' money I'm not even makin' sense
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Leather, is all he wears
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With his George Jetson snap-on hair
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Women can't stand him, eMpTyV banned him
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What about his movie? It left him stranded
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Music, hates songs like this one
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He wears studs 'cause he thinks he's one
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He'll insult you if he gets the chance
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His fairy tales insult you're intellegence
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All he talks about are girls in bikinis
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In real life his girls wear beanies
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Live, he's more than rude
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Spice has a rhyme about Dice with an attitude
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If he was funny it'd be different
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But his tapes sound worse than the ones in his basement
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Posse, called Sudden Death
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I better hurry up 'cause I'm runnin' out of breath
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No respect for anything
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Dice is convinced he was born to be king
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Babble on and on, man, king of what?
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His entire second tape is proof that he's nuts
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I wanna check him out when he turns 81
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Will he be the same with no hair and a big butt
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If there's a dirty joke, bet he knows it
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Watch his career as the Dice man blows it
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Take heed, he's a comical monster
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Dice is a man that does what he wants to
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Fine, let him speak his wind
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It'll keep him happy, out of our skin
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'Cause the man's like a new born baby
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Cryin' and crappin', driving me crazy
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Give the man a pacifier, tell him it's a cigarrette
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'Cause if you don't, then he'll wanna get
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On stage, and give you his routine
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Talk like a drug addict, walk like a chimpanzee
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Goodbye, go find your brain
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If his life was a ring he'd throw it down the drain
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Lost respect and he lost it fast
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Magnified by the fact that he has no class
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If there's a dirty joke bet he knows it
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Watch his career as the Dice man blows it
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[chorus]
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[chorus]
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Dice Dice Baby
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| Sudden Death |
