Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my fucken balls, bitch
Insane Clown Posse is in this mutha fucka
Hey yo, Violent J, up?

It's Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe wife
Maybe your daughter, it's midnight, I my sleigh
way for jolly St.J, climb down the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of , down
Shimmy down, what the fuck, help me, I'm stuck

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got stuck in a stack
But I hack and shimmer on Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the and slid down the hall
I got a for all of y'all

that, I better hide quick, oh fuck, it's the real St.Nick
And he must've been taken a shit but
I better move quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no
Fucked around got my damn neck
He strap, he shot, he didn't gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

"I'm of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas that means you're
And the end"

Have a merry Christmas you fuckin'
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 kick it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck I ain't got a home
So he nibbles on my nut sack and my crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a like me
A snow man, he was with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with endow

Me and him songs in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate cornflakes and we both would our ballz off
I was there every his head fallz off, I put it back on for him
With a smile, he was my boy, made from a pile
the storm came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled we hid in an alley, the next day
It was like sunny

He was melting and I was fine
He got pissed and pulled out a

If I'm gonna die you come with me 'cuz we boyz
It hit me, damn I'm dying, I'm he got his wish
And all I got was red Christmas

Silent night, fight, now I'm dead one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so

'Happy New bitch, boy, hey, I got a new years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my fucken ass

bellz, jingle bellz, jingle all the way
Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't
Hey, Wicked Clowns, Wicked
Bitches, your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack and with my ballz

Yeah, ICP, forthe life, Christmas time
Know what I'm Mr.Chris Cringle, you fat bitch
Mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a your across
Your red ass face mutha fucka, Southwest