Lyrics:
know
I was fucking her with my Billy club
I was out the next day I called her on the phone
She said "Hello Joe"
I said "Bitch fuck on I'm a free man now,
The snow had fallen all around the town on Christmas Day
The merrymaking music of the organ grinder played
The cry of pain as Mr Dene fell clean up
gone home for Christmas day
Homes keeping warm by firelight
Telling tales of Rudolf and his slay
There's tinsel on the ceiling
I've got a feeling
green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
Cheese and henny got
we all eat risk theu tsa
Flipping packs feel like ice cube I had a good day
What he say
I got them sticks for whoever wanna play
I start my day by
and almost copped me a Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some
Snow is falling from the trees
December glow is beaming
It's a special time of year
The mistletoe is waitin'
Only 12 more days
'Till we celebrate
and then
And after a 12 hour day, I too little energy to say 'I love you' to my baby
Or play daddy to J, and I thought this was the way
O be a husband
aye
His nina ain't no virgin , pop on pussy niggas like champagne
Live life by the day
We was born from the pain
I ain't scared, I tell my mama
Yeen
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
Just another day with ‘old news’
Is ‘Mrs. Claus’ all I am to you?
I’m sick and tired of always being second best to Christmas
God knows where he’d be
on the sheets
For them tough ass stains, only using mr clean
And thats my normal way
When i met $krt it was stormy days
I used to be a fan, now he's my fucking
with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious
[Taste]
Put down your paper y'all and flex with the caper
that's invented, to make your head bounce
from the flavor that we brung forth, from the 12
[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon,
that car twice (Gone)
If Tone spittin'
I'm Ghost dippin' in Thug Life (For real)
I'm home chillin' or I'm outside
With the fog lights you Mrs doubtfire
I
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Musi Makes Me High
Verse 3
Mr. Sex hit me off
with
you that my Christmas was jinxed
'cause grandma Loucelle died on 12th 19th
I can't help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under
'cause 15
Chad could tell you that my Christmas was jinxed
'cause grandma Loucelle died on 12th 19th
I can't help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under
don't have to, but you wanna
A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
I wonder how you continue to be
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
I'd like to thank you, Mr. Gideon, whoever you may be
For reminding me of Jesus and what Christmas really means
I forgot it was His birthday till I took
I can’t give you 12 days of Christmas but baby
I‘ll give you 8 rockin’ nights
Won’t you please be my Hanukkah gift this year
With a little bit
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