Word to Your Mother

First of all, let me just say I had no idea this song was this freaking long.
Second of all, this is just the latest in a long, long list of Kendall-isms. 

The other day Ice Ice Baby came on the radio and Cosmo and KJ were singing along. 
When the song got to this verse, things went downhill fast: 

Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

KJ swears the correct words are:  "To the extreme I rock a mic like a BANJO." 
Cosmo told her that makes absolutely ZERO sense.
She retorted with, "Oh.  Yeah.  Right.  Like VANDAL makes any sense." 
She kind of has a point. 

Please enjoy the lyrics in their entirity: 
Ice ice baby

Ice ice baby

All right stop

Collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop?

Yo, I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms

I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less that the best is a felony

Love it or leave it

You better gain way

You better hit bull's eye

The kid don't play

If there was a problem

Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon

Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a hi hat with a souped up tempo

I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

Rollin in my 5.0

With my ragtop down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby

Waving just to say hi

Did you stop?

No, I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block

That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis

Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini

Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine

Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall

The chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls

Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine

All I heard were shells

Fallin' on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed

I'm tryin' to get away before the jackers jack

Police on the scene

You know what I mean

They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends

If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it

My town, that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed

This is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step with this

Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja

Cut like a razor blade so fast

Other DJ's say, "damn" If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem

Yo, I'll solve it!

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla Ice ice baby

Vanilla

Yo man, let's get out of here

Word to your mother

Ice ice baby

Too cold

Ice ice baby

Too cold too cold

Ice ice baby

Too cold