Lyrics:
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
words shit I don't need to ghost write it
It's ironic shit I need a ghost ride
I let some time slip away and I feel it gone by, uh
Bebe j'ferais tout pour
(yuh)
Wrote this shit myself so it's gonna be ass
Pulled up to the stu' after seven hours of class
Rather stay in bed but I really have to pass
Fuck Zorn
get it (if you need that)
My nigga come get it
(if you need that my nigga)
My nigga come get it
Windy go to bed like early in the morn
When I go to bed
the holiday
But Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to put the best sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
cared so much
Real tough luck
And I thought we were
A sick match
Until I had that dream
Oh man what dream
She's on holiday
Getting fucked
On a beach
By
A holiday, a holiday, you know the first one of the year
Judge Arlen's wife, she went to the church, the Gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it
rollin up one, lift my mood and state
Truth be said, holiday or not, work as slaves (Work as slaves)
Truth be said, when niggas drunk they feel like Baby
No I get the kids at ten
That's how it's always been
Why are we doing this again
Get your fucking ass out of bed that's when
You won't see them
the singling and lights that came after
The time to say thanks at Thanksgiving
But back to the Christmas holiday and the ceiling
That's touched by the star from
today
But uh real niggas need a holiday
Cause we only get love when it comes to Father's Day
I just want to feel appreciated
I go to bed some of my
we driving on the interstate
Sipping purple lean and Issa holiday
I won't get pressured I just do my thing
But its a given I'm taking you home tonight
celebration
On the Christmas tree we got decoration
Christmastime worldwide celebration
Tis a holiday with magical sensation
Christmastime worldwide celebration
You walked sneakily and opened the door
I was naked in my bed reading old magazines
A rotten banana flew to my head
Finally I turned to you furious
into the mall, happy holidays
They don't know nothin' bout the Maccabees
Don't tell me nun bout X-mas
The world, man, it really don't like Jesus
by the fear
Of things that were never said
Every hour little things I can’t remember
Know some times it doesn’t go your way and either way
You gotta
Stick a feather in your cap, set bed-Pan back to Neverland
When it comes to holidays, you've had your fill, Connors
Sadly Santa's sleigh didn't have
What seems so far away
It's time for the holidays
The snow is falling
It's time to cuddle up with you
(Sipping hot chocolate all night, sitting by
some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
believe
Yes, time to go for broke
Too much love, called an overdose
J Holiday put you to bed?
Then I'm gon' leave you comatose
Yeah take a walk with me
Yeah, you!
Do you wanna build a gingerbread? Or stay in bed?(Okay)
Marshmallows roasting by the fire
Your heart is my desire
Yeah I'm preaching
the holiday
But Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to put the best sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
to bed, I’ll be your J-Holiday
I’ll be delivering strokes to your cervix
I’ll be at your service
What we shared, beneath the surface
You knew me, I know
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