Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my fucken balls, bitch
Insane Clown 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 land my
Make way for jolly St.J, climb the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of , down
Shimmy down, what the fuck, somebody help me, I'm

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

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

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never 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 nibbles, ha, but fuck that I ain't got a home
So he on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I a friend like me
A snow man, he was with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with endow

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

He was melting and I was fine
He got and pulled out a nine

If I'm gonna die you should come 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 this year so whack

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

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