As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight Now pay attention to this flow, there's no reason to hate Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it Sit back and just listen to the music You get sucked up in this melody Hell'll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their jealousy (huh) They're telling white lies now realize I caught it from the top and I can see it in your eyes
You're the fool in the suit You're the fool in the suit You're the fool, you're the fool You're the fool F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do You whack bastard - and there ainî– nothing you can do F_ck you - there ainî– nothing you can do You whack bastard - nothing you can do
Like a phony acting like that you was my homey Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony I'm the only that's gonna shine, so forget it You critics who wasn't with it Mad cause I flipped it back on ya' Blowin up the spot like Kazinsky on safety Blaze another track cause Iî–¦ simply hot to trot Gotta make a knot, get the people into it When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot Now tell me if you know how I'm coming, nose running To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning And never will I change a format and now you know I can't go for that
You're the fool in the suit You're the fool in the suit You're the fool, you're the fool F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do Fuck you - there ain't nothing you can do You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak bastard... f_ck Vanilla Ice...He sucks...he eats sh_t...F_ck Vanilla Ice
(yelling)I hope you got more sh_t than that you weak motherf_cker!
And there ain't nothing you can do And there ain't nothing you can do
One short life and I can't die Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine Still I'm waiting, waiting to die Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father's pride
You're the fool in the suit You're the fool in the suit You're the fool, you're the fool You're the fool F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do You whack bastard - nothing you can do F_ck you...you white a**...Bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer park...bi_ch... f_cking...F_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**... Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Biaaaatch!
Ha Ha Ha
Produced By Ross Robinson
Compositores: Robert Matthew Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice), Louis Gregory, Douglas Ardito ECAD: Obra #29052877