Sniff…) Woo! Let it riiiiise. Yuh. Snowfall King, I’m baptized. (Ooooh…) Let it hit, I’m sky high. Who want smoke? (Ha!) Let it riiiiiide. [Beat drops; heavy bass hits, syncopated flow begins] [Chorus: Raw tone, unapologetic delivery] Snowstorm hit, I’m crowned in ice, (ice!) Fuck yo' plug, this my liiiiife, (woo!) Lines so fat, they cut precise, (precise!) Snort that frost, no sleep tonight. (Tonight!) Uh, uh, (feel it burn, let it go!) Uh, uh, (I’m the king of the snow!) [Verse 1: Aggressive tone, rhythmic punch] Bag it, scale it—double it fast, White like coke, yeah, white like cash! Roll it, chop it—let that blade slice, (Frost in my veins, bitch, I’m ice on ice!) Strip club poppin’, bands in stacks, Strippers with rails, snort it off they backs! Yeah, I’m on fire, no cooling me down, Nostrils wide—breathe snow like a crown. (Yeah! Woo!) [Pre-Chorus: Beat cuts to minimal bass, eerie synth swells] White rush, sin in my blood— Cold sweats, man, I’m up in the flood. I don’t care what it costs, fuck that regret, (I’ll die a king—with this powder respect!) [Chorus: Heavier beat, layered ad-libs for emphasis] Snowstorm hit, I’m crowned in ice, (ice!) Fuck yo' plug, this my liiiiife, (woo!) Lines so fat, they cut precise, (precise!) Snort that frost, no sleep tonight. (Tonight!) Uh, uh, (feel it burn, let it go!) Uh, uh, (I’m the king of the snow!) [Bridge: BPM slows to 120, haunting piano plays under distorted vocals] (Cold steel… on the mirror, let it drip…) Eyes roll back—yeah, I’m lost in the trip. I hear whispers—devils in my ear, (They say, “Take another, there’s nothin’ to fear.”) Hands numb, world fade, grip loose, Snowfall King, yeah, I’m fucked on the truth. [Transition: Sudden bass hit; BPM accelerates back to 160, vocals layered with distortion] Back up! Fiend mode, runnin' full tilt, Head cracked open like a gun was built, I ain’t sleepin’, I’m too lit on the blow, Bleedin’ out slow—but the high still cold. [Chorus: Explosive delivery, full bass and synth layers return] Snowstorm hit, I’m crowned in ice, (ice!) Fuck yo' plug, this my liiiiife, (woo!) Lines so fat, they cut precise, (precise!) Snort that frost, no sleep tonight. (Tonight!) Uh, uh, (feel it burn, let it go!) Uh, uh, (I’m the king of the snow!) [Outro: Fading reverb, whispers layered with haunting hums] (Yeah…) Snowfall [Outro: Fading reverb, whispers layered with haunting hums] (Yeah…) Snowfall King, I’m sky hiiiiiigh. (Ahhh…) Snowfall King, let it riiiiiiiiise. Fuck you mean—I’m baptized…in snow. (Who want smoke?… Woo! Let it riiiiide.)