Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

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

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

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the you'll never have again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas that you're 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 crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a friend me
A man, he was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with endow

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes, he ate
I ate and we both would freeze our ballz off
I was there every time his head off, I put it back on for him
With a smile, he was my boy, from a snow pile
the storm came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We through we hid in an alley, the next 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, damn I'm dying, I'm he got his wish
And all I got was another red

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

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

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

Yeah, ICP, Southwest life, Christmas time
what I'm sayin' Mr.Chris Cringle, you fat bitch
Mutha fucka came, shit, I'm a slap your across
Your red ass face fucka, Southwest down