ICE, ICE Maybe
ICE, ICE Maybe
(Lyrics: W.R. Hammons)
Yo, DJT, let’s kick out
ICE, ICE, maybe
ICE, ICE, maybe
All right, halt, collaborators, listen:
ICE is whack with a brand new intention
Some creep grabs ahold of kids tightly
Stalks like a harpy daily and tightly
“Will they ever stop?” Huh, I don’t know
Turn off your lights, and they’ll show
To an extreme, they rock us like Vandals
Blow up your place and skedaddle on a sandal
Vance, knock up a wife for your goons
They’re killing our name like a cloud from a mushroom
Deadly, when they play the Don’s melody
Most things that guy does are a felony
Love ‘em or leave ‘em, he better make way
You better say “bull****,” never hit “play”
If we have a problem, oh, he’ll solve it
Bump off the cook with a six-shot revolver
ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Now that the Congress is dumpin’
With his base locked in and the Supremes are suckin’
Light up this joint, any joint, no takin’
Jailin’ VCs for a lump of bacon
Burnin’ ‘em if they ain’t quick and nimble
We go crazy when we see a symbol
Hear “Heil Hitler” with a souped up tempo
Now on the dole, our time to go solo
Rollin’ to our 2.0
All hope down even if his hair does blow
The army on standby, waitin’ just to say “lie”
“Will they stop?” No, they’ll just fly by
Keep pursuin’ kids at the bus stop
They’re bustin’ a right, our heads on the chop block
The kids all dead, oh, so they continued to
Champs-Élysées New Front Avenue
Wars were fought, wrecking more than Bikini
Invasion troops steal our Lamborghini
Jealous ‘cause we’re not layin’ mines
World with a gauge and Manila at a nine
We’re ready for chumps at a wall
Chumps staying still because they’re behind the eight ball
Bombers ranged out through a hell
Grab your kid who’s nine, they’ll all hear shells
Landing in the concrete real fast
Jump in your tank, slam on the gas
Barrel to barrel, the battlefield’s packed
They’ll try to get away before Nuremberg’s back
Polizei on scene, they’ll know what that means
They’ll pass you up, confound these evil fiends
If there’s a problem, oh, the world’ll solve it
Take out the crooks while a slinger revolves it
ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Take heed ‘cause I’m a vision-filled prophet
History’s on the scene in case you didn’t know it
The ground that created everything ‘round
Enough to quake and rip holes beyond sound
‘Cause his hairstyle’s a chemical spill
These are times you cringe to feel
Completely deformed, they’re a hell of a concept
He makes it hype and want him to stop
‘Gainst this, Shay rebels outta fade
Fights like a ninja, sees with a razor blade
So clear, all nations say, “Damn!”
If crime’s a drug, he’s selling it by the gram
Keep your composure when it’s time to let loose
Magnetized mines while kickin’ out nukes
If there’s a problem, oh, the world has solved it
Taking out crooks, gunslinger revolves it
ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE, ICE, maybe
Fascist ICE
Oh, man, get ‘em out of here
Word to all mothers
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old)
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old)
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old)
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old, too old)
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old, too old)
ICE, ICE, maybe (Too old, too old)
Header Photo Credit: W.R. Hammons