Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

It's Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe your
Maybe your daughter, midnight, I land 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, the fuck, somebody help me, I'm stuck

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

What's that, I 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 jumped him, Santa's no
Fucked around got my damn neck
He strap, he shot, he miss gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

"I'm dreaming of a Christmas, the kind you'll never have 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 on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a friend 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 sang in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate cornflakes and we would freeze our ballz off
I was there every time his 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 through we hid in an alley, the next day
It was sunny valley

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, ICP, Southwest forthe life, time
what 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, down