i'm sick like SARS leave scars that won't fade//
all up in ya chest with my hot lyrical blade you get played
ice berg soft like ice cream, make it a "soft serve"//
style all choppy like it suffers from "lost nerves"
you got "punk'd" like Ashton on "MTV"//
ice calls up the police cryin' "Rescue Me"
you got no "clue" like col. mustard in the study with the rope//
there aint no hope, you aint dope, someone call up the pope
tell him we need a blessin for Ice//
it'd take "Divine Intervention" to make his wack ass sound nice