TIMMY GROSS - ICE ICE COONEY
PARODY OF ORIGINAL SONG VANILLA ICE - ICE ICE BABY
Yo, T.I.M, let’s kick it!
Hot Hot cooney, Hot Hot cooney
All right stop, wash your ass and listen
cooneys back with his brand new invention
the smell makes me hold my breath real tightly
Then he flows like period blood daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I don’t know
cooneys clammin career will never begin to glow
To the extreme he rocks his cloths like a bum
Light up a stage and let him suck to ya cum
Clam!, a killer clam hack that booms
cooney likes to stick his dick in smelly baboons
Deadly, when he lays a dope fart
Anything less than you should be behind bars
Dig it or clam it, you better gain way
Daniel better hit the bulls eye, the kid don’t play
If there was a problem, wigga, he'll solve it
better lay back while cooney revolves it
hot hot cooney, hot hot cooney
hot hot cooney, hot hot cooney
Now that cooneys family is bumpin
With kevins piano turned on the party is pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
cooking little Dans pigs for a pound of bacon
Eating them if there not quick and nimble
Cooney goes crazy when he hears the stoves cymbal
Rollin’ in his no.0
With his ragtop down so his stink can blow
he puts the boys on stand by
Did he stop? yes -- do have sex with them for 2 bucks less
Than he went on to the next stop
he busted a left and he's heading to suck more cock
That block was pumpin
so he continued to straighbay ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
cooneys gay lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous ’cause he's not geting fine
Heidi with a gauge and Timmy G with a nine
Reading for cooney in the trailer hall
Cooney acting ill because he's full of niggar balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
he grabbed his nine -- all he saw was that daniel fell
Falling on the concrete real fast
Cooney jumped in the back seat, and got slammed in the ass
Bumper to bumper crowzneck is packed
cooneys trying to get away before they snort all his crack
Jack Foler the cop is on the scene
he pass cooney up, confronted all the david ross's dope fiends
Hot Hot cooney, hot hot cooney
hot hot cooney, hot hot cooney
Let cooney give head ’cause he's a serious fag
cooneys all up on TV in case he wanna brag
His town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
’cause his style’s like a making a retard ball
cooney shot the gun and watched his own son fall
Cut like his pube blade so fast, his wife says "your balls are smooth, damn"
If his rhyme was davids drug, he'd sell it by the gram
Keep his composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while he while he sucks raplhie skinners juice
hot hot cooney, hot hot cooney
hot hot cooney, hot hot cooney