i take the zippo and hold it under ya chin
you smell that the scent of burnin skin
till i put a hole under his head and i can see to his brain
givin him pain,
sick is the game
iceman is my name
so the lighter dont burn me
pour butane on my hand light it and bitch slap him like his name was shirley
surely
imma sick emcee but imma sicker man
dumpin bodies in trash cans
light it wit my zippo
and roast marshmallows and play hungry hippos
everybody on my block wants me gone hear random peopl screamin "SICKO"

next muder weapon: a fuckin shark tooth