Chorus: [Frosty V]
Ice cold, Frosty's home
Back in black, I'm bad to the bone
Ice cold, Frosty's home
Pass the mic, and I'm good to go
Hands up, touch the roof
Listen up, I speak the truth
Fireworks, I'm about to blow
Time to fuckin' explode? You already know
Verse 1: [Frosty V]
I'm ice cold, can you hear that bitches?
I might be broke, but I still got riches
I came to spit hard, I came to make it far
Cause it's like rock bottom when you're not a fuckin' star, oh
Let that piano back me up, you got that OG? Spark it up
Got these girls screamin' Frosty V
Take me home to your crib, oh, Frosty please
Donnie Darko, I haven't got the time
Gotta save the world, how? With my mother fuckin' rhymes
Spit so mean over beats that are kind
Pass me the spotlight and let me shine
Or pass me the mic and watch me go
Yelawolf come and let's get throwed
Bud and Heineken with the family
Then pop to the top like 1,2,3
ABC, I'm still learning
Little baby, I'm just fifteen
Fuck, shit, asshole, I'm not that clean
But I still go hard like I'm eighteen
I don't give a fuck, and that's the truth
No watch, I haven't got the time for you
No girlfriend, and I fucking hate my high school
There's so much bullshit, that I can't keep it cool
But I'm still
Chorus: [Frosty V]
Verse 2: [Frosty V]
I'm ice cold, shotgun in the Mustang
Full speed livin' life in the fast lane
Lungs collapsing cause no pain, no gain
Blowing up quick like Hank Hill propane
Excuse Meebo, just give me a minute
Forgive me, though, I swear I'm not finished
We've got all day, so don't you dare worry
We can always slow down, there's no need to hurry
Black and red, with long hair, that's the lifestyle
I'm in no gang, so don't try to get hostile
Doin' my thing, I'm making life worthwhile
Blasting heavy metal music, This Is Exile
Don't even start to hate, cause those are my roots
Believe me not? I'm the motherfuckin' truth
Like Abe Lincoln, bitch, I tell no lies
Schooling mother fuckers, hey girls and guys
Listen up quick, yo, let me be your mentor
Slim Shady, everybody to the dancefloor
There's garbage on the radio, we can't pretend
When good songs come on, it's a mother fucking godsend
Underground rappers, we're tired of your shit
Pussy boy bands keep throwing bitch fits
When I hear your pop trash it makes my head split
And we still wonder what's fucked up with our kids
Chorus: [Frosty V]
Verse 3: [Frosty V]
I'm ice cold, and I'm reppin' my state
615, we're up night and day
The party's always on Broadway
Don't leave yet, why don't you stay?
There's bars on every corner, don't be shy
If you see me out, then come say hi
Let's get together and touch the sky
I didn't promise, but then again, I might
So many problems that I wanna address
Should I buy this guy panties or a polka dot dress?
Or tampons because he likes to PMS
He can't do shit, man, this faggot's got me stressed
But I can't say who cause I'm gonna get sued
I can't bring him down, oh what can I do?
I'm lost in this world, I haven't got a clue
I'm a little white rapper with a whole lot to prove
There's chains on me that I've got to break
I've got my life that I'm about to stake
I'm losing conciousness, someone give me a shake
My bros have got my back because they're real, no fakes
There's still a lot out there that I don't understand
I just wanna make music, that's the main plan
Make it to the top? I'll make it there if I can
And don't you ever think to doubt me, I'm the mother fuckin' man
I'm ice cold
