[Verse 1]

You sit there in your ice bath,

Claiming it's a magic draft,

Keeping those legs from a wrath,

Thinking you're immune to math.

Tracking progress with WHOOP,

Fans giving you a hoop.

[Chorus]

Here comes the ice king,

Chillin' with bling.

Bath's real slick,

For you, it's a big kick.

[Verse 2]

Sorry, Cristiano, must be nice,

Frozen waters, your paradise.

Who knew success was so icy?

And fans buying all the dicey.

Counting steps like a drama,

Flip the script, no llama.

[Chorus]

Here comes the ice king,

Chillin' with bling.

Bath's real slick,

For you, it's a big kick.

[Bridge]

Keep it cold, keep it cool,

Ah, ten minutes in the pool.

Ritual of ice and fame,

Still the king of the game.

[Chorus]

Here comes the ice king,

Chillin' with bling.

Bath’s real slick,

For you, it's a big kick.