Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my fucken balls, bitch
Insane Clown is back 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 , shimmy
down, what the fuck, somebody 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 Claus Clown
fuck around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and down the hall
I got a for all of y'all

What's that, I better hide quick, oh fuck, it's the St.Nick
And he must've been taken a shit but
I better quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck
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 have again
'Cuz if you have a Christmas that means you're dead
And the end"

Have a merry you fuckin' chump
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 Dope 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 friend 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 songs in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate cornflakes and we both 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, 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 and I was just fine
He got pissed and out a nine

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

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

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

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

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