Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

It's Christmas, for a sadah, maybe your wife
Maybe daughter, it's midnight, I land 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 and shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and down the hall
I got a gift for all of

What's that, I better hide quick, oh fuck, the real St.Nick
And he must've been taken a but regardless
I better move quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no
Fucked got my damn neck broke
He strap, he shot, he miss gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

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

Have a merry you fuckin' chump
greatings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it

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

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

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, I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was red Christmas

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

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

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

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