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








