Verse 1]
I tee off with a cold stare,
Steel in my swing and frost in the air.
Buzz Beer’s chuggin’ but he can’t keep pace,
Monkey Boy’s wild — but I own this place.
Pixelated pressure, wind’s at ten,
They bring bananas, I bring the end.
My putter’s a scalpel, the green’s my stage,
They rage quit while I disengage.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't just play—I dominate,
Stat screen’s lit up like a twist of fate.
Every birdie’s a dagger, a line in the sand,
You’re lookin’ at the frostbitten, big shot man!
[Chorus]
🔥 The Iceman cometh — breakin’ the mold,
With a heart like winter and a swing ice cold.
When the chips are down, I’m the glitch in your plan,
Select, start, reset — still the number one man.
Yeah, the Iceman cometh, better believe,
This fairway's mine — now watch me leave.
[Verse 2]
They laughed when I picked him — said he’s too stiff,
Now they’re crying in bunkers, feeling that rift.
Buzz blew up, Monkey’s out of control,
But Iceman’s chill — eyes locked on the goal.
Late game, high stakes, tied at the flag,
He misses a tap-in, I light up the brag.
My win screen's colder than Arctic rain,
They toss their controllers — I savor the pain.
[Bridge] (spoken, distorted mic effect)
"Game over?" Nah.
Select. Start. Reset.
Back to the tee box — vengeance in a V-neck.
You're outta Mulligans, I'm out for b***d.
Ice in my veins, and I'm bringin' the flood.
[Chorus]
🔥 The Iceman cometh — wrecking the norm,
Par’s too easy, I’m a category storm.
Pressure mounts, but I’m built to withstand,
Select, start, reset — one cold command.
Yeah, the Iceman cometh, put it in ink,
The colder I get, the harder you sink.
[Outro]
No mercy for Beer, no banana appeal,
This frosty assassin just crushed the deal.
He might reset when he falls behind —
But when he’s back, he redefines.
The Iceman… COMETH.
[Crowd cheers] Everybody's Golf!
