Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got stuck in a stack
But I hack and on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and slid down the
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 but regardless
I better move quick now, so I him, Santa's no joke
around got my damn 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 have again
'Cuz if you have a dead that means you're dead
And the end"

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

Jack nibbles, ha, but fuck that I ain't got a home
So he nibbles on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and
My is froze, fuck 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 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 would freeze our off
I was every time his head fallz 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 we hid in an alley, the next day
It was sunny valley

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

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

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

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

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

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