Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

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

What's that, I better quick, oh fuck, it's the real St.Nick
And he must've been a shit but regardless
I better move quick now, so I him, Santa's no joke
Fucked got my damn 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 you're dead
And the end"

Have a Christmas you fuckin' chump
greatings loser, yo 2 Dope 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 is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a friend like me
A snow man, he was down with the like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes, he ate
I ate cornflakes and we would freeze our ballz off
I was there every 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 through we hid in an alley, the 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 come with me we boyz
It hit me, I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was red Christmas

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

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

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

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