Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

Now, to do, I feel whack, I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack and on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz 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 been taken a shit but regardless
I better move quick now, so I him, Santa's no joke
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 kind never have again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas means you're dead
And the end"

Have a merry Christmas you fuckin'
Seasons loser, yo 2 Dope kick it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I got a home
So he nibbles on my nut sack and my butt crack, 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 songs in the snowflakes, he ate
I ate cornflakes and we both 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, made from a pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a
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 out a nine

If I'm die you should come with 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, 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 my mutha fucken ass

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

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