Vanilla Ice

Guess who's back.....
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
raisin' up from my tomb
time warp on a dime off the shrooms
zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
see what I see visions of bodies burnin'
like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it's on
brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
about to torch down the house
caught your mama and her spouse fuckin on the couch like south
bout to make moves off your fam bam
madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit