Frosty

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Pipe dreams, hype schemes, my rhymes so clean
Frosty, cold no Rolex so watch me
Got this snow I cop keys, on a roll I'm Frosty
Bro we don't get cold feet, I'm too icy might freeze
//x3
 
I'm so cold but drop heat, cold cuts when I chop cleave
Fry 'em if they want meet (meat), this is steak it's not beef
I'm your maker godly, this a wake I kill beats
But there ain't a lot grief, ride the wave I thrill seek
Can't out skill me, ya feel me, cos you're just a little bitch
Came to kill this game surreal I made a deal with triple six
These other rappers talentless, man let's throw 'em in the bin
And arrogant, and you can brag and shit but only if you win
So don't claim that you a king, to me that's an immoral sin
I shed my mortal skin look at you with an awful grin, go all in
Try your best and it might seem that its quite mean
But this rap shit for you is nothing other than some fucking...
 
Pipe dreams, hype schemes, my rhymes so clean
Frosty, cold no Rolex so watch me
Got this snow I cop keys, on a roll I'm Frosty
Bro we don't get cold feet, I'm too icy might freeze
//x2
 
I'm so cold but drop heat, cold cuts when I chop cleave
Fry 'em if they want meet (meat), this is steak it's not beef
I'm your maker godly, this a wake I kill beats
But there ain't a lot grief, ride the wave I thrill seek
 
So sick I got the cold I'll chill see
Compared to me you got no skill g
So cold that fire cannot grill me
Look closely at me and you will see
 
So look at me, look at me
X off your name on my hit list you shook and weak
On the same page if you bitches are booking me
Not the same wave mine is different just look at me
Flow like surfer do, lyrics too cold but I'm burning you
Witness behold I am serving you
Listen you cheesy with beefing like burgers do
I swear that this ain't a beat this is verse abuse
 
Make a tsunami flow, where is your army bro
Pump at you blud but you won't have a heartbeat though
Inglorious bastard, blaze like a Nazi show
As fast as Ferrari's cos I'm rushing (Russian), my clothing red
But I'm not communist, bitch I'm a Soviet
So gas! I need oxygen, still I ain't choking yet
Cry me a river cos bitch ain't I ain't folding bets
You know I hold the set this ain't no Poker deck
Giving no respect, this shit ain't over yet
They do not sleep on me, unless I tell 'em to go to bed
Bro I said...
Watch where you tread, watch where you step
Watch every floor, watch where you walk
Cos you're dog shit, while my verses
Are on pavements, outlined in chalk
 
Pipe dreams, hype schemes, my rhymes so clean
Frosty, cold no Rolex so watch me
Got this snow I cop keys, on a roll I'm Frosty
Bro we don't get cold feet, I'm too icy might freeze
 
So sick I got the cold I'll chill see
Compared to me you got no skill g
So cold that fire cannot grill me
Look closely at me and you will see

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K-Klipz
Member since January 5 2014

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