[Round 1: Head ICE]

I took you cause you somewhat of a spokesman for all my haters

A out-of-town nigga that could be on the couch or in the bed

With one of my neighbors

He feel he got the scoop, but this ain't ice cream

I'll Math this man then hook, on ice cream

He thinkin Method Man 'n hook on Ice Cream

That's why you been Jerry in the circle nigga, no ice cream

So next time you're in your car, tune in I know why cats want to get at you

Your records wouldn't ship at a loading dock

You a nobody like Robocop

SP right only 2 liters like the soda pop

S-P-R-I-T-E 2 anyways

I volleybal your shit then go to the Nets game

You almost died cause a guy felt her thigh and it wasn't a guess game

You be trippin, but staying out of the helicopter route

Cause when we be tripping, we be bringing hella coppers out

Long choppers, clips like a Harley Davidson seat

Give you that loud ride to that place you should be

You a fruit loop with nutrition facts

Clips ain't spilling milk cause that wasn't the right house

He went to squab in the kitchen at

You got prostitutes, a Glock to shoot

'Lil white bitch that gives you lots of loot

How ironic you promoting that and her ex-boyfriend

The promoter is the one who sent you to the hospital

He's going to rap about my dick cause he prayed for my incarceration

But my (?) is his cousin

But you won't hear none of that in the bars he came with

Fuck boy, no day in jail

Took myself to the precinct, no Dave Chappelle

Cause I got 3 daughters nigga, I ain't take it well

But back to the gutter, you grabbed the clippers

When Charles Hamilton ran on you like you was getting a haircut

And that's the chair you rent out of the shop to make money in

Now that was some sucka, shit

When Charles Hamilton said some shit in his song

I ran down on him in the projects elevator like "fuck is this?"

So when it come down to who would do what

When a real man step to them, you and him a fucking bitch

You got no shame, used to be a first ave nigga with no fame

Muslim nigga who watch Soul Train

Grew up to date white women, so plain

You got Kevin heart on Soul Plane

If I give a bird, man to a young thug I'ma feel a 'lil weezy

About the whole thing

You asked Lush did he get shot at like you know the shooter

When Lush know a shooter that can get you shot at up close and sooner

You a body! No peace be with you brother Ahmed

Now take these shots! Arm leg a leg a arm head nigga

ICE!

[Round 1: Serius Jones]

You is family Ice

Now you old, fresh out of bars, and trying to be in Jones position

How ironic cuz

You got the swag of everybody’s uncle that just came home from prison

What up Wolf? They might’ve heard that terminology

But you ain’t break it down properly

So follow me to the Odyssey, back to the block with me

Eighth ave when my moms kicked me out, good thing my aunt a g

RIP, shoutout to Fat Cat, Bogod, Dre Solid b

That’s Wolf, means We Only Love Family, that’s the policy

So why is he, still throwing the Wolf up, well let's be honest g

You been backed up on the pack, let’s get all this shit out

This your colonic b

See you remember Drew Hamilton projects? 17th floor?

I was 17 when you was bagging that raw

In that cellophane, when we sell to fiends

And I was a nosey kid

But he was treating his nose, that’s what the homie did

See he made that work disappear

But you was like the Wizard of Oz and y’all know what a O-Z is

It’s a “O” so them kilos and biz is felonious

Cuz we know Jones is a OG so let’s think about how old he is

See I tried to help you when you was whipping that white girl

Meaning ya girl car

Then I took you from a local nigga to a world star

And what you do, typical, never stay in tune

Wolves don’t worry about getting outshined

You only howl cuz you jealous of the moon

They ask you who you came up with, you never celebrate ya goons

See ICE never say no names but catch em in interrogation rooms

Aww man, lord knows the G’s us

You act hard here boy, but you a hardware store, you made them keys up

He said he G checked T-Rex, please bruh

See Ice box but when it comes to them treys/trays he freeze up

It’s aight you know what I’m saying I do this cuz I got the cheat code

You about to get 84 gram’d, 3-0’s, lets go…

[Round 2: Head ICE]

Suck my dick! Straight like that

You don’t gotta make no funny sounds to get punched in yo face like that

We not in the United States, and you don’t know Drake like that

So after this battle if I decide to rob you

You don’t know where the precinct is, so I ain’t stressin a case like that

Nigga I let you taste a bat, or a chrome nozzle

Beat you with the back of a screw driver

In front of a bus full of kids and they school driver

Tell Tashim I miss her head

But if she ever play with me again I’ma send you her body

But it’s gon miss her head

Man miss me with irrelevant fake shit, I don’t take shit

Including pussy, I wipe my ass and doo doo mush em

Cuz to us it’s no clue you pussy

You almost got yourself killed in a fight scene in ya own movie

You ya own groupie

I make you choke yourself with ya own jewelry

Bitch nigga, Casino style

You and ya brother in a ditch nigga

Math punched you in ya face

And had you wandering around like the eye on ya cousin that’s a…

I need to see paper work

You riding around in a Benz like you a go getter

Promoting you got hoes and you a ho nigga

I get ya car washed and bullets will run through yo chest like these gold diggers

You a act who play it well

Have you in that black raised from cells

Cuz the first gat I raised was a gauge at the age of 12

What happened to you being Muslim? Newspapers and bean pies

It’s nothing ludicrous; they all knew you would pork out when it’s beef time

Gun under the shoulder like deodorant balls

You hear rapid barks like a Doberman dog

Then more barks like the owner ain’t home

Now you know that I’m a pet lover

The Desert Eagle will leave you but the Hawk'll be ya step brother

Step brotha, bloaw! Stepbrothers, cuz I give you all pops like step mothers

Ice will wet a nigga, you wanna buck it? Challenge

This silver will be under a star like it run with Dallas

Ask Tony Romo or any other street hooker or fag that know he homo

And you’ll see how much power behind these punches

Like watching boxing slo-mo

I should ox ya throat tho!

ICE! Nigga!

[Round 2: Serius Jones]

I know he got a voice like he still Sumos

But it’s funny to me cuz I know the real you tho

And dog is an old cartoon that ain’t been on in years

But y’all feel Pluto

See I been getting chicken and spinach since a squint in my Pop-eyes

You can’t do me greasy cuz I live oil but I still blew tho

See you a half steppin back stabbing nigga acting Big Daddy Kane

That’s why I’m able to kill you bro

See you sneaky though, like grimey in a bad way

You yell a lot but you never smoked nobody

So don’t be a menace when I use you as an ashtray

See you the type to give the little homie the pump

And then you gas em, petroleum and told em to dump

But I’m like damn wolf why you gassed the lil homie to smoke em?

He like “nah I told that nigga to stop holding the blunt”

My nigga you petty, Reggie and two start telly smelly

Never ready teddy, yeah you pender in the grass, just a Rob Kelly

Fruity, heard you using stems not the one from cherries

Yeah you got that Keisha but you buns, not the one from Belly

Chicken felonies, it’s weird charges, you can’t even tell what they mean

See I’m the bear and you the deer in this here forest, no hook

I’ll AR-AB through ya bars like Kareem

See they thought the swag was you

Nah it’s just what comes with 8th avenue

Ironic I used to watch you baggin up drugs

Now you getting drug while I’m baggin you

See you couldn’t be the plug

So you found a public outlet like ya phone died

For years you’ve been crying for me to peel ya onion

So I’ma cut you thick, the long kind

Do you greasy til ya skin starts to bubble and the foam rise

Yeah that’s how I’ma cook you

Since you claim you love her, love her home fries

You said out ya mouth on camera “Pat Stay so big

When I was in the elevator without a weapon I felt threatened”

On camera, I said “Head stop bitching!”

Then you told K-Shine “real killers can tell by the leg twitch”

No nigga, real killers keep shooting till the leg stop twitching

Yeah it’s alright though, I know how you said step brother

Cuz you 40 and still live with ya moms and you a pet lover?

What does that mean? I ain’t even gon go off the head on you

I’ma keep it cuz you said ya moms dead so it’s dead on you

[Round 3: Head ICE]

Foolio!

Now y’all see the difference between me and stupido

Making songs for the money but got famous off of beats without a studio

Speaking of studio, that’s your apartment size

Ya closet a port-a-potty

You can’t flush shit, just give me all you can find

I tell my niggas

Search all the Gucci, Jordan and Prada shoeboxes in the bathroom

Give me yo keys nigga, here search the car

Cuz them 4 doors and that trunk is the last rooms

All I heard was “I found it” I’m like “Cash? Drugs?”

They like “Both! And the coats hanging over the bath tub”

You a walking fake chain, every jeweler make you

I said you’ll walk in, fake, chain, every jew will make you

You got ya style from the lost and found, you ain’t schooling niggas

I could rent out my pad, I’m so super nigga

If I swoop a nigga, over his head, Campbells can

You lookin for souper nigga? Man to man

At my lowest lane you in an ambulance

I told you I was gon bar you, liquor shot

After this I’ma bar you, lick a shot

My boot-leg will run you out of the tenement spot

My bootleg run Serius out the tenement spot

Bars! The same one Bishop thought

He could save Blizzard from that owner pistol

You don’t own a pistol, now see these will burn through your tracks

That’s how I get on it with you

Line for line I’m dancing around em, no Soul Train

Cuz if I give a bird man to a Young Thug I’ma feel a Lil Weezy

About the whole thang

I let apes peel, ooooh baby, if you owed me a meal

I’ll be dead or a serial killer who got locked, worked out

Got so swole in the cage, I’ll really know how apes feel

But I kill 8 family members and we even

Wanna know how we straight? Build

After every murder there’s a family gathering plate

So fuck how my message taste, that’s 8 mills/meals

Jones in the wrong mission, this ain’t Indiana

In the end he Anna, Nicole Smith

OJ, they gon lock you up for stealing ya own shit

I give em the whole brick, y’all thinking 4 quarter kilos

In this house he fall asleep though for being a rat with a peephole

You Pookie belt

Take this nigga outside and kill him 3 times

You get the same murder Pookie felt

All you see is 3 9’s nigga, like the price of a teddy bear in a gift shop

I’ll let this go (Disco) in the club like the latest hip-hop

On that note, I don’t know who you wanna be, Cat Daddy

I’m mad you related to any of my sons, Cat Daddy

That’s his cousin, you heard him, Cat, Dre, Solid, you heard em

ICE nigga…

[Round 3: Serius Jones]

That was aight nigga

But from the audience response the hottest bar you ever said here was “ICE NIGGA”

You out here swaggin, but ya watch is falling off so how’s that real gold?

You in ya last round admitting you niggas rush cribs then steal clothes

For the fans that don’t understand, it’s incredible to expectation

Cuz in America it’s less debating

But if you a rapper or a street nigga getting money

The one thing you can’t afford is a federal investigation

Cuz just behind bars they pursuing niggas

Niggas acting like they with the shits but in they raps suing niggas

See I’m from Jersey, sure (Shore)

You can get found in a Surf just for (Tsu) suing niggas

I was like born with no arms, it’s like I got a body on my hands

See the guns I wave so big, Tsunami be like “Damn”

See you out of pocket, scrambling in the red zone

I made you think you made a play on me, b

Then I knock him out soon as he touch down

You know what that is? A KO-TD

Bars, when beef shells crack off easy

But at my peak I’m the guy yo, Taco style

And if I dip and then chip you, you gon here that just bitter nacho sound

See I never got beat up, I got snuffed

But you give the game a black eye for having Ice around

See I could’ve got a lump sum for Blackout

But you know when you put Ice on the knot goes down

You not a rapper, you a cancerous teacher

But you probably have a problem (Heisenberg?)

Now you on that Meth and can’t protect ya neck, I know you god (U-God)

You was probably on YouTube Inspecting the Deck

But you know I’ll cap a don (Capadonna)

But I got 36 Chambers to shoot at you through

And since you wanting to bring up Math

I’m just showing you the damage I could do with a Wu/Woo

They do pull-ups on my bars, this is lyrical exercise

If you wanna call this man a kin (mannequin)

Then we need to address my Ex

Her size will have you rollin like X

When I mark the spot I make em exercise

You giving work out the shop for hoes

I’m so lazy I never even ask my ex her size

See Ill Will Jamaican called me and said, “you wan rap with Ice?”

Make him smell the blade and get the accent right”

I said “hold up, cuz I don’t even use accents” right

And he said “no you see the axe that you use for Lyt

Well use the same axe ‘pon Ice

And then make him smell the blade so him can get the axe scent right”