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Prompt: TITLE: MENTOS N FANTA STYLE: K-pop Girl Group, Dark Phonk, Gothic Trap, Memphis Rap, Horrorcore Swagger, Detuned Cowbell, Sour Acid Wah, Disgusting Steezy Bass, Dirty 808 Slides, Deep Voice Guest Rap, Superfast English Rap, Run-On Brag Cadence, Icy Dressing, Cold Luxury Street Aura Art note: 1OF1 as two Korean idols, platinum blonde + black hair with clear silver streaks, gothic luxury streetwear, tiny 1OF1 corner mark. [Intro] ICE HAND— too cold. don’t flinch. move. [Hook] Cold mfs, clean cut, no permission, pressure see the face and file admission. Black glove, low voice, calm precision, red light nervous, still no collision. Say less, move sharp, no confession, ICE HAND route with a frozen blessing. No soft panic, no cheap disguise, wrong little look gets taxed in ice. [Verse — ICE HAND] I came in calm with a face like a closed case, black glove, locked jaw, cold pace, no trace, no chase, no favor, no “please,” no “wait,” just a hard little grin while the weak ones break. I don’t kick doors, I let fear touch the handle, step through clean with the dark dismantled, all these loud boys leasing their temper, I own mine outright, paid cash, no scandal. Fast mouth, flat stare, chain of command in my palm, every fake boss goes quiet when I pass along, too much bite in the tone, too much frost in the bond, too locked-in for a borrowed charm. I don’t need proof, I’m the proof that moved, I don’t need rules, I’m the rule they use, I don’t need luck, I’m the debt come due, I don’t need heat, I make cold feel cruel. Count it, cut it, bag it, bless it, press it, test it, never second-guess it, talk gets cheaper, threats get lesser, all that barking turns to weather. Red light tried the wrong one, blinked out, folded, route reloaded, silence coded, name too heavy, grip too chosen, ICE HAND touch leave metal frozen. [Hook] Cold mfs, clean cut, no permission, pressure see the face and file admission. Black glove, low voice, calm precision, red light nervous, still no collision. Say less, move sharp, no confession, ICE HAND route with a frozen blessing. No soft panic, no cheap disguise, wrong little look gets taxed in ice. [Verse 2] We don’t beg for the lane, we arrive and it widens, we don’t argue with snakes, we just lower the climate. Too clean

Created: 2026-06-10T00:09:21.395Z