Hit 'Em Hard - Vanilla Ice

Here comes the lyrical breakdown

Move out the way punk and take a seat clown

It’s the Ice Man slicin', dicin'

Hittin' like Tyson

So listen to the rhythm I givin' em

My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck

When I’m sendin 'em

Yo, my funky rhymes flow

Kickin it like psycho

And I’m exploding like nitro-glis

Coming like a hurricane bliss

Straight sacking the track like a quarterback

My man Zero is back with a killer slice

I’m blowin' up the mic

Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice

With twice the punch

I put the crunch on Marky

And take the funky out of his bunch

I hit the home run

You got to third base, son

I’m in first place

Take a seat clown for the beatdown

Uh, tonight’s the night of the big fight

With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights

Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger

Right at the head of a sucka

Crack home run

How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son?

Uh!

I tried to make your head ring like a church bell

I put it on ya hard

I’ll make ya hurt well

Cuz you fell into my booby traps

No more good vibrations

I’m tired of your boots raps

So I eat ya like scooby snacks

And maybe roll you like a zig zag

Or smoke you like a hootie mac

You did what I did

So you’re gonna lose kid

Cuz to me you’re still a new kid on the block

Get off my jock

Get off my diznok

Before you get dropped

For the beatdown

Yeah, this is the last verse

Should I say the last round

And it’s time I knock out another class clown

Sit down and take notes

As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics

Oh what a pity, though

Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video

It was a good video and I can admit that

All that money’s wasted cuz your songs wacked

I make stuff to make the people gather

And let 'em see us in a pit

I wanna slam dance with ya Hammer

Now can I kick it, of course I can

Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out

I’m gonna keep comin strong, song after song

Ya thought I’d fade, well ya dead wrong

I’m the imperial threat for this sound fools

Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown