Temperature check.

If you’re comfy, you’re in the wrong place.

Tell my brother to stop sweating on the furniture

Snow Miser on the mic, temperature drop.

I’m the cold, yeah I’m literally cooler

Ten below attitude, ice in my humor

Heat talk loud, but he melts under pressure

I freeze the moment, preserve it forever

Blue skin, chill veins, frost in my breath (haaa)

I don’t burn out fast, I slow-walk death

Touch turns solid, every flake my design

One tap, whole block in a crystalline bind

Hurry-cold freeze, I don’t wait, I don’t warn

Forty degrees? I’m already bored

Icicles sharp like I’m carving the beat

Every step snap-crackle under my feet

Castle of ice, acoustics insane

Snow globe throne with the wind in chains

They call me Mister White Christmas, say it polite

But I answer to Ten Below at night (mhmm)

Heat flashes fire like it’s something new

I lower the temp and the chaos gets quiet too

Cooler head wins, ask Mother Nature

I don’t rage out, I outlast ya, creature

Ice, ice, baby, freeze frame the scene

Too cold to melt, too clean to bleed

Heat Myzer yells, then he runs outta steam

I whisper one blizzard, ruin his self-esteem

Ice, ice, baby, step back, behave

I don’t brag loud, I preserve the grave

Brother got tantrums, I got control

He burns real bright then he loses the role

Sun in his pocket, sure, that’s cute

I dim the whole room, change the mood

He flexed on the moon, left a scorchy bruise

I frost the stars, keep ‘em sharp, no ooze

He sweats in the spotlight, drips on the floor

I make silence heavy, then lock the door

Snow job sabotage? Yeah, I tried my best

Why rush Christmas when the freeze feels blessed

Mrs. Claus mad, Mother Nature sighed

Said “boys behave,” I rolled my eyes

Balance, balance, that’s the word she said

Fire and ice gotta share the sled

Fine, I’ll play nice, but let’s be clear

Without the cold, the magic disappears

Too cold

Too clean

Too calm

Too mean

Alias stack: Mister Snow, Mister Icicle

Mister Freeze vibes, mythical, cyclical

I don’t chase trends, I stall time

Freeze the punchline, let it land on a dime

Heat Miser loud like a summer sale

I’m luxury cold, make the whole crowd pale

You feel me in bones, not the skin

When I shut it down, nothing moves again

Ice, ice, baby, freeze frame the scene

Too cold to melt, too clean to bleed

Heat Miser yells, then he runs out of steam

I whisper one blizzard, ruin his self-esteem

Ice, ice, baby, world on delay

I don’t need flames just to make you obey

Tell Heat Miser I said hi.

From a safe distance.

Very safe.