Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe your 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 of , shimmy down
Shimmy down, what the fuck, somebody me, I'm stuck

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got in a chimney stack
But I hack and shimmer on 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

that, I better hide 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 jumped him, Santa's no
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 you'll never have again
'Cuz if you a dead Christmas that means you're dead
And the end"

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

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

Me and him sang in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate cornflakes and we both would 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
the storm came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled we hid in an alley, the next day
It was sunny valley

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

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

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

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

bellz, jingle 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 suck my sack and fiddle with my

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 mutha fucka, Southwest