Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

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

What's that, I better 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 him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my 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 again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas that means you're
And the end"

a merry Christmas you fuckin' chump
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 friend me
A snow man, he was with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal and a pipe, we 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 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 through we hid in an alley, the next day
It was like valley

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

If I'm gonna die you should come with me 'cuz we
It hit me, I'm dying, I'm dead 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 Year' bitch, boy, hey, I got a new years
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha ass

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

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