Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got stuck in a chimney
But I hack and shimmer on down Santa Claus
fuck around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and slid down the
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 quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no joke
around 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 dead Christmas means you're dead
And the end"

Have a merry Christmas you chump
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 Dope 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 made a friend me
A snow man, he was down with the clown a blow man
Had a hat and eyes charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with endow

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes, he ate
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 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 like valley

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

If I'm gonna die you should come with me 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 dead one to the
Christmas this year so whack

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

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

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