[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
yeah, get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe Word up, cause we coming, J-Love Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah,
eyes of oppression That's why I ride with protection extended clips Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid
And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire And admire the spectacle from a distance For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin' me ice
I can snap my fingers and make fire appear I see visions of the future through a crack in the mirror I'm supernatural, I turn water to ice With my bare
Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice
rates I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet Throw it in the battery acid and then
corner with her hands between her legs Jezabell Broken glass and dirty needles Soul erosion truth Electric god our superman Found dead in a telephone booth Shards of teeth ice
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh Close my eyes and dream of death Slip away and
What color is death? The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex and sex and sex and death I don't want you, I want your flesh Close my eyes and
were cool We made a really good team You and I and our acid washed jeans Looking back it was all so great Vaurnet, chip 'n' pepper, and vanilla ice
get Jurassic Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid
my guns get Jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire he came home on acid i was holding
yeah, yo... Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt When the hawk take the day off I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like
I'm a cosmic cowboy, a big time player I like Pantera, Kid Rock and Slayer I like Ice-T, the rapper I mean When it comes to drinkin' I like Jim Beam
my friends [Chorus] You don't wanna test me You can get snipe like ... Shuts pop like Pepsi You better respect me I'll kick your ass like .. Put you on ice