Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio   Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow   I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit   Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip   Roll your windows up, make sure it's air tight   E.Q. the track exact so shit sounds right   I rhyme of death and darkness and danger   Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber      I write my rhymes with violence   What you expect? Sounds of pain   The snap of a broken neck   All alone in darkness I sit each night   Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife   You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am   They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn   Roll up, your eye will get swoll up      Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up   'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth   Ya got time to riff? There's time to take you out   Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off   Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft   Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch   Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch   'Cause I don't give a fuck about you or him or her   Whenever I'm in the house a death just might occur      Is this real or fiction?   You'll never know   While you're locked to the   Pulse of the rhyme flow      Once I lock you up, you can't get loose   You stuck your head inside and I placed the noose   The mic drips juice slow from the steel mesh   My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh   Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn   When will you learn? The ninties are my turn   To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate   Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the shit      Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it right   Grab the gauge, Duct tape and the flashlight   Don the black ski mask an' come to your house   Cut off your power and do you with the lights out      Is this real or fiction?   Well, you'll never know   While you're locked to the   Pulse of the rhyme flow      A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin   A close view of a razor when it's breaking skin   If you were burnin' I'd use gasoline to put you out   'Cause I walk alone and choose the dark route   Nightmares gotta be loved by some and I'm the one   Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun      You ever see your partner die?   No? Well I have   You ever see your father die?   No? Well I have   You ever see your mother die?   No? Well I have      So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme path   What would make feel calm and nice is a slow slice   Through your jugular and windpipe   Throw me in jail, I won't even try to make bail   Put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale      Is this true or false?   Well, you'll never know   While you're locked to the   Pulse of the rhyme flow      Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Dark Side   Another fly murder, another suicide   Did these flicks have an influence on my brain?   I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane   When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns   Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun      And on and on my love for death got bigger   At fifteen I was placed behind a trigger   Although I'm dirty not the one to be swept up   Step up, I'd love to open your chest up   I've got no concept of life or death   Placin' my hands on your neck   All I want is your last breath      Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave   Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig graves   I break ill in extra large portions   Where's your parents? I'll make you an orphan   So when you're talkin' crazy, you better think of me   The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T   There'll be no screams, no tears or cries   Just a laser beam between your fuckin' eyes      You feel strange   So now you know   That you're locked to the   Pulse of the rhyme flow