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letra de nog - omen (2)

(crunchy snow beneath my feet
as i walk the winter street
my nose is red, my cheeks are cheery
i keep on walking but i don’t get weary
and i can’t see my breath! (ha)
i can’t see my breath!)

f-ck the cold
i’m a tough boy
f-ck a cough
i’m a rough boy
f-ck a flu shot
that sh-t’s sus, boy (sus!)
f-ck a f-ck
just learned to cuss, boy (f-ck!)
sixth grade and this winter ain’t got sh-t on me
i go out in cargo shorts and a plain white tee
please show some respect, cuz this is how i dress
i don’t care about pneumonia, i just wanna look my best

i embrace the cold only when it’s on my wrist
never even worn a long-sleeve since i was the age of six
gotta kick it into high gear with my flow sh-t
turn away cuz you’re about to be more chapped than my dry lips
i’m a warm-blooded mammal, that’s my secret, i wear sandals
in the snow cuz i’m just too hot for this cold to handle
to bundle up my grundle is too much godd-mn trouble
just for me to take it off when i have to make a puddle

(p-ss)
(okay, go)
(i can’t see my breath)

widda batch’a hot cookies and a tree that’s decked out
take a step out and you know i get erect
cuz we chillin, keep it cool with the 20 below
gotta wrap myself up with a big red bow, cuz
winter keeps it cold, nah b-tch, ain’t sh-ttin’
keeps my lips chapped and my d-ck frostbitten
no ice, ain’t fallin’ for these stupid -ss hoes
and you know i’m packin’ heat cuz i plow snow

with my north pole snow b-lls deep in the arctic
give her eggnog, she gon drink the whole carton
givin’ turtleneck when i asked for a sweater
if you ain’t f-cking seasons then you ain’t a trendsetter
better bundle the f-ck up before the cold wave hits
cuz we finally found a season with a feeling of bliss
got a frosty -ss crew made of three jolly snowmen
name on the tag, now you’re chillin’ with omen

(as i walk the winter street
my nose is red, my cheeks are cheery
i keep on walking but i don’t get weary
and i can’t see my breath! (ha))
no ice on my wrist but my wrist stays cold
every time i exhale you know i’m makin’ ghosts (boo!)
roll up on your girl, she be smitten
i might give her -ss a squeeze through my polyester mitten
who you kiddin’? i ain’t even wearin’ a jacket (he he)
struttin’ in the snow and i’m showin’ off my package
what, you think it’s cold? this is nothin’ to me
i ain’t even been cold when it’s nothing degrees

skrrt, skrrt! in the cold, yeah i’m rollin’ around
you know it’s five below freezing but i got my top down
and my ac up, that sh-t’s on ten
this temperature doesn’t phase me, can i get an amen (omen!)
the weatherman can suck my d-ck
f-ck a cold front, man, i doubt that sh-t
i don’t layer up, i don’t believe that ish
i’mma f-ck this snow and make winter my b-tch
it’s not cold

i’m talking ice on the roads
i’m hangin’ with your girlfriend and she want me to bone
her parents still at work so there’s no one at home
and we f-ckin’ snowed in so there’s nowhere to go
and yeah you know how it goes, i bet you’ve heard all about
how we got real close on her l-shaped couch (lower-cased l)
wait, no, that’s a regular couch
it don’t matter, she still got my d-ck in her mouth!

(ohhhhhh!)
(suck my d-ck!) (suck it, weatherman!)

- omen 2

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