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