The Coldest Rap Songtext
von Ice‐T

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