Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

It's Christmas, time for a sadah, 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 of , shimmy down
Shimmy down, the fuck, somebody help me, I'm stuck

Now, what to do, I whack, I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I and shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
fuck around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and down the hall
I got a for all of y'all

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

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

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I ain't got a
So he nibbles on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I a friend like me
A snow man, he was down with the like a blow man
Had a hat and outta charcoal 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 our ballz off
I was there time his head fallz off, I put it back on for him
With a smile, he was my boy, made from a snow
Then the came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled we hid in an alley, the next day
It was like valley

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

If I'm gonna die you should come 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, fight, now I'm dead one to the head
this year seemed so whack

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

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

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