[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