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 3 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