Infamous Crew - Winter lyrics

[Verse 1: Cricket] Living life agoraphobic in a f**ing cage Loosing feeling in my hands for a slavery wage Its like a battle with sub zero this f**ing trek Without the flame throwers, the shield or the f**ing tech I need albuterol , the temperatures are negative Im haven asthma, I got no f**ing breathes to give To get me through this time I'll need some f**in medicine I'll take some prednizone and plenty of the sedatives-- I need some valium, some ativan or luminal Or ill just party with the molly or the adderall And if my thermostat stays broken for another day Ill call an arsonist to set my landlords house ablaze And while he cries ill get the hot dogs and the skewer-- Have a party, get the pizza, call the turtles from the sewer- And i'm sure that june or july is purer Then any snow in december sh** is nasty like manure [Hook] Snow glistens in the sun till the dusk strikes Thugs reppin in the streets till the frost bite Sets in leaving both legs amputated Snow runs red with blood from the gun fight [Verse 2:TWC] Got motherf**ers slanging snow in the snow, and they posted with the chrome even though its 40 below And its hard to run from cops when you can't feel your toes, chest hurting like i'm dying from an overdose And this sh** gets old, f** catching a cold, try and take my parking spot your f**in nose will get broke I can see my own breath like I was taken a toke, and just to be a little warm you got to put on a coat Better triple the pants cuz we got knee high snow, this the type of sh** that'll make you wish you can float And this cold a** air got me wanting to choke, 'tis the season for k**ing cuz the weathers no joke And i'm losing my mind but never lettin it go, so i'm gonna put my motherf**in soul on the flow Man trying to get warm is like cracking a code, slipping on the ice you bust your f**in head on the floor [hook] [cricket/TWC] I paint a vivid f**in picture of Chicago streets They lined with icicles and busted living room seats Cats freezin in cardboard boxes, no heat Countless victims die every winter in the f**in streets Shots fired, man down, you hear that f**in sound? O degrees and thugs still steady bustin rounds Potholes and dibs, no parking, stranded at your crib Depression from reflection at all the sh** you seen and did This the season got you contemplating suicide Being stuck inside, 5pm its dark outside Their ain't sh** to do and every month is crazy slow I gained 20 pounds becuz my broke a** got nowhere to go Move a milk crate, you'll get your f**in tires slashed They pull that sh** in March they'll get their f**in windows smashed sh** like Norway, Antarctica, some arctic sh** We ain't darkthrone this infamous i'm sick of it [hook}