Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my mutha balls, bitch
Insane Clown Posse is back in this mutha
Hey yo, Violent J, 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 the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's of , shimmy down
Shimmy down, the fuck, somebody help me, I'm stuck

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got in a chimney stack
But I and shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
fuck around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and slid down the
I got a for all of y'all

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

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

Have a Christmas you fuckin' chump
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 Dope it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I 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 a friend like me
A snow man, he was down with the clown like a man
Had a hat and eyes outta and a pipe, we fill it with endow

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

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

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

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

'Happy New Year' bitch, boy, hey, I got a new resolution
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, Wicked Clowns, Wicked
Bitches, drop your
Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle my ballz

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