I'm writing this rhyme,tired of cold nights,I wanna fly a kite wanna reach a new highiet tired of the fight yeah it's a cold night yeah it's a cold night tired of the fight will you be the beauty to my beast, it's like like a puzzle it has to be pieced, I'm from the north and your from the east, you'll see why I'm beast, I'll make a feast all the food will be ceased, kinda like my shoes you know it's not creased, cuz I'm staying clean,and I'm staying mean, that's why my names beast yeah that's why my names beast cuz I'll eat a feast yeah I'll eat a feast.