Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe your wife
Maybe your daughter, midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St.J, climb the chimney 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 in a chimney stack
But I hack and shimmer on down Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now 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 must've been taken a shit but
I better move now, so I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn broke
He strap, he shot, he miss gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

"I'm of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas means you're dead
And the end"

a merry Christmas you fuckin' chump
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 Dope it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck I ain't 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 with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal and a pipe, we it with endow

Me and him songs in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
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
the storm came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We through 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 gonna die you should come with me 'cuz we
It hit me, damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his
And all I got was red Christmas

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 your ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass

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

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