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