I spit fire on this rhythm, it's heat

I'm Growing Cold, I'm the one to beat

Now stand back, go on, take a seat

Or I'mma make you feel obsolete

I got bars for days

So stay away

'cause if you come at me

I'mma put you in your place

I'll burn you like mace

Close your eyes, wash your face

I'll beat you any place

Bro I'mma win this race

When I'm spitting I don't care

I feel like I'm in the air

I've got purple hair

Like a damn care bear

But the only thing I'll share

Is pain and despair

Because happiness is rare

Now I will end on the snare

I spit fire on this rhythm, it's heat

I'm Growing Cold, I'm the one to beat

Now stand back, go on, take a seat

Or I'mma make you feel obsolete