Here it is, a dope hit 
Iceman comin with a dope hit 
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit 
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum 
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum 
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp 
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it 
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand 
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman 
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop 
bop bop bop 
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel" 
was a big fl-fl-flop flop 
brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop 
but this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold 
Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million 
given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the slice 
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King 
 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me  
 
[Chorus] 
Why is that I disperse 
Why does God shun 
Why does my man try to run my actions 
Why is that I disperse 
Why does God shun 
Why does my man try to run my actions 
It's my living condition 
It's my living condition 
It's my living condition 
It's my living condition 
 
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect 
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck 
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on 
I rock records, every record at random 
Flyin heads, as the heads get full 
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn 
To my tomb 
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick 
I smash bricks with one lick 
 
[Chorus] 
 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
No one will stop me 
 
You don't get a second chance 
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand 
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down 
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down 
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip 
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target 
And as I walk through the valley of sin 
I walk with all you - my friends