There's no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

Have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

There’s no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

Have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

I tend to not identify with what the eyes see

They paint a cold picture that's so dull and icy

So let me take you behind the eyelids to a faraway island

Where I judge others based on whether they would share their iced tea

Might be some fists flying in the air

That's a flurry

That’s the way the weather's fair, so don't you worry

Mother Earth, she shows no mercy on this turbulent journey

Because a world without conflict is a sloppy written story

The slush and the sleet's got nothing on me

If it's just one degree, zipper up and repeat

You know, once I was weak, but the summit, I've reached

‘Cause my muscles got beefed when I shoveled the street

You'll need six wheel driving just to roll this deep

If you're quick to get tired, then jump in the backseat

This is slick black icing and it doesn’t taste sweet

Oh, that bigfoot sighting, uh, yeah that was me!

There’s no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

I'm an Ice Climber, call the PoPo on your Nana

There’s no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

I'm an Ice Climber, call the PoPo on your Nana

I'm so super cool, I nucleate

I don't need approval, mate

God gave me the tools to make a snowman with a cooky face

And do it, I won’t hesitate

Spitting heat on chilly beats for days

You could say I'm in my thermodynamic phase

These lyrics are falling like

Freezing cold particles

Onto my tongue

When I'm breathing oxygen

At people who scoff at this

Just call it quits

I'm spitting like a nor'easter's upon us it's

Defying the logic of your local meteorologist

And your piece is the opposite

It sounds like a traffic jam with the beeping and honking

It's like a cheesy cacophony

I'm a prodigy, on snow days I can make you hot and bothered

Got Maury calling Mother Nature telling her that I'm the father

Time is a friend and an enemy and the weather's no different

I'm just glad to see another day on earth I can live in

Even in an age where you can't show face

Every rapper is unique as a snowflake

There's no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

That'll have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper

There's no rapper who could

Hold a candle to the

Jolly old fella who arose such a clatter

On the microphone, like a black hole with the rapture

That'll have you going ghost just like your bro, Casper