remix 5

Alright stop, collaborate and listen

Ice is back with a brand new proposition

your position is that of a failure

I'm gonna nail you, to Jamie Noble's trailer

and then I dare you, to run around and cause a scare

give people the shakes, and make them to change their underwear

I'm on top, it's my fault that you're under there.

You want to bare? Have no fault, shave you back hair.

I'm fast, I've got to go, it's been a blast

came out of the locker room, stole Rey Mysterio's mask

Tried to get 'taker's cast, but it was plastic, not my type

Peace, I got to go, I'm off to hotwire his bike.

 

 

I'm yungchilidog

my style's smooth, never choppy

#1 Announcer is ME

it ain't Funaki

so Keesh wants to release pieces of his feces?

well when the match is over, he'll taste pieces of my cheek's cheeses

stop, repeat this - I win, I never lose

every single match, I've got a new pair of shoes

which I can use as toys or decoys

how am I gonna lose to the lost member of the Fat Boys?

Hahaha - word life.

 

 

 

Yo yo

everybody knows that we ninjas in the ancient art of thug-a-nomics.

so you all better to learn to love it, because there's no replacing us

the Buccaneers are queer, I'd rather cheer for the Patriots

Face it, me and B2, a re-arrange

I'm half rapper, I'm half sports-entertainment

You in danger, you from Tampa, I'm from Boston

new law enforcement

like the four horseman

Assortment, you need a cavalry to battle me

I beat you down brutally

and watch you die tragically

I beat your dad's family

I beat you moms

your sister calls me leprechaun

always after my lucky charms [grabs area]

physical storm

prepare to throw down your keys

yea, we back

just like bell bottom jeans

 

 

 

Mess with me, you die slow, and explode,

you wide load.

Your butt looks like twenty miles of bad road

and I'm here to show everybody where I'm coming from.

Your ass looks like two packs of chewed bubble gum.

This battle is over, I know you can't win this.

You spend your time putting buffets out of business.

So please, freeze, you can't hang on these,

I get the dry heaves when I see your cottage cheese.

You got bad knees, plus you're obese.

You're so fat, when you sweat, you sweat grease.

SO please, it's over, don't bother trying,

call back Jared and get on Subway's diet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see hit here glued to the screen, punching these keys,

watching everything you do on these internet feeds

I download high speed all the files I need

To make your hard drive crash, and to make your face bleed

you can't erase me

I'm gonna make you taste me

I'm a virus; I kill you the next time you face me

I'm jealous, you stole my shot at the brass ring

Everybody knows I'm the next big thing

You all bark, and no bite

you stole my spotlight

I'm the great white hope

You're the great white hype

If you an animal, then I'm going on safari

I'm rocking PlayStation 2, you can't figure out Atari

Look at these eyes, Brock, don't think that I won't shoot you

I'll leave you worthless, like a nerd with no computer

show the world that you can't even walk in my shoes

Your finisher's the F5? Well mine's the FU

 

 

 

Brock, I'm walking again

I'm back on my feet

And I'm holding down the streets

like a new pair of cleats

sacrificing sleep

so that in a few weeks,

I'll look you in the eyes and unleash the beast

about to prove you,

the unusual

things I can do to you

like take my fist and drive it right through you

I take you down Brock

at any and all costs

I'm megahard

You're microsoft

I'm a heavy hitter

when I stop, I don't back off

the king around here, you just another jack-off

you seen me before, Brock, but never intense,

I'll fill you full of holes, like a chain link fence

Word, life.

 

 

 

The reason sitting here, waiting for the doc

is the F5 that I took from you, Brock

I don't think you understand what I'm saying

You're gonna hit your knees quicker than a priest

when he's preying

You're the poster child for the birth control pill

You go down faster than a ho, for a five dollar bill

I'm the real Superman, you ain't nothing by Clark Kent

I go for four quarters, you're halftime, like 50 Cent

I'm gonna hang your ass, you're like a Christmas Tree ornament

I'll wack you more times than a masturbation tournament

You get my point now? Before I thought you missed it

I'm a vigara triple shot, you just a limp bizkit

WORD LIFE

 

 

 

Yo yo save your breath kid

I'm here for one reason

My targets Brock Lesnar

And it's hunting season

Tonight I teach Brock a lesson Mr. Miagyu did

But he ain't Daniel LaRussa, and this ain't no Karate Kid

Yea, my pants are baggy, because I've been working my ass

Tonight, I put the wax on a kid who only wax off

I'm more a threat than nuclear fallout

tonight's the night, the next big thing gets called out

Word Life, son.