Mudd Monster following me uh It's hard but I really can't see uh He lives inside the trees uh Outside of New Orleans uh He'll eat your flesh like Hannibal
It's not what you say It's how you say it Give me a microphone On stage, I'll display it Playing me right and you'll get played out Like Polka dots
{There is little doubt that behind these words There is still the longing to know God And to find protection in this valley of tears For this lousy, stinkin
come You wanna non-stop jam here's the right one Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat Here's another rhyme to break the ice You couldn
(performed by derek b) To the people in the front And all the people in the back row Nice to see y'all jammin left to Right toe to toe No more introductions
What, what, what you gonna do? Like leeches suckin on your money for blood To have power, buy all you people's love Dont give a damn how you get it, as
you, never, no I never wanna be I never wanna be without you, never, no Ooooo Written by vanilla ice, gail "sky" king, pricesa, sylvester stewart Produced by: vanilla ice
(performed by partners in kryme featuring debbe cole) Chorus: L-o-v-e 2 l-o-v-e u L-o-v-e 2 l-o-v-e u Rap: When it comes to love I'm your m-a-n, I put
dr dr drop it (drop drop drop) dr dr drop it (drop drop drop) dr dr drop it (drop drop drop) dr dr drop it (drop drop drop) yo i more slower than my
Phone Message from Ross Robinson "Hey dude it's Ross Just callin to say hey Im much better now I fractured my spine It was fucked up I did a triple over
Escalade And these South side niggaz, I don't think you could fade Who wanna be the next punk riding in the trunk Ridin' with my nigga Ice blowin' on
i wanna sex you up baby baby i wanna sex you up baby baby Stick my dick in your pussy and sex you up Suck my dick baby baby sex you up I'll eat
not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya mass murders natural born killas im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya Ice-- This aint
Phone Message Jeramy McGrath, Victor Sheldon Yo Rob whats up? It's MC and Slasher here We heard about the new record Cant wait to hear it Alright call
Guess who's back..... Chorus: OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted
me and then we go fly away Chorus repeat Well it's the sticky icky bomb Holmes Got the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs It's the Ice man back
out and play now) is he gone? man i don't understand what kind of high this dude is trippin on pure ICE with a twist of vanilla thriller captivating
This is the second cd BOMB THA SYSTEM!