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Sing Silent Night

C.W. McCall

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
And everything's white
I sit by the window,
And remember another night

At this rate I'll be belly up by the time I'm thirty-three
They will do the autopsy, but it was jealousy
You can donate my my organs to someone else

organ market
So tune in
Cause it's about to get crazy

Fuck an Index
Fuck the blue chips
Fuck retirement
Fuck an Index
Fuck the blue chips
Fuck retirement

Gimme my chip gimme my bread
Pronto
I be the boss I be the head
Honcho
I only fuck with bad bitches
No thot hoes
My neck and wrists a make it snow

a bwoy marrow flick
Mi can count 35 ina di clip
Di glock chip anuh ice weh you pick
It a spit nuff musi gyal mouth pon a dick
And man a bring a flame just

full a bore bore
Tell them say me
Gun insipid wild n
Me wicked them ya
Glock ya chip up
N a neva phone
SIM shot inserting him
Resurfacing every organ Ina

Spungiform lumpy lump
Spungiform lumpy lump
 
Enjoy the internal organs,  and the animals and birds,  and dislike the spam mush boiled
Altogether

kissing and car leasing fake partnerships 
I'm not the one to barter with I'd use you as a bargain chip
Then blame it on the art of this you cooning in

of fucking flatulence and ass kissing and car leasing fake partnerships I’m not the one to barter with I’d use you as a bargain chip
 Then blame it on the art

your feelings of hunger removed
With little chips tucked neatly inside your little brains

I hear the gourmet needles 
Pair excellently with steak shake

want my money chips we ain't playing no poker
Fuck her from the back now she telling me to choke her
I love my FAM, I love my money, I love my women too

organs
Call emergency
And see if the government support it
Then find the rest of you in the forest up in organ
Or somewhere in Cali's deepest ocean
Let me

The trenches the only motivation
Banana clip came from Saudi Arabia
Round here niggas hardly making it
Nigga ain't got one hustle organ in his body
His only

and tonight'll be gorgeous
Feed me your organs, bitch, I'm starvin'
Tear drops in my face like it's my party
And if it's my party, I can cry if I want to
Split

Bitch, I'll pour syrup in that Vitamin Water
I hope you die ugly
And tonight'll be gorgeous
Feed me your organs, bitch, I'm starving
Teardrops on my face

bullshit off
DEVelopment busting off lyrics
Like Kalashnikov
From long ranges MC's get picked off
I got a chip on my shoulder
All i gotta do is let the chip

on a farm 
Really? 
Yeah, I'm a farmboy homeboy
Yo yo yo homeboy yo

Give me pickles cheese chips prepared mustard
Give me a grill boy, babe I'm gonna bust ya

Rugged Shit

Necro

I Need Drugs

2000

Death Experience
I dare you to tear your skin, get your chips clapped
By the pioneer in the field of Death Rap
Dress suitable, you are invited

Morning Fresh like the Deacon like he play the organ uhn  what does the congregation say uhn don't sleep on yo Blessing you Yarning Uhn 
Devil off my back i

on one
My chain cost a shit ton while he don’t even own one
Haha, haha, they laughing at the wrong one
I just got my chips up now pussy niggas want some

Chip Glock 
“ZONE OUT MUSIC…”
From jungle to gal-chester
Blood a flow like milk river “JJ"" and Tevaun we a real killer. 
Diss and live you a dream

my organs
Took yo bitch to the mall
Just to watch me shop
Then it's to the backshots vid'
Come and watch me pop
Huh, kill me? yeah, probably not
Red

bitch I'm just trying to get muhfuckin' paid
Glocky on me nigga, I'ma just spray
Counting up chips, I'm counting up change
Doing this shit on my first

the population to cleanse

Black market organs for the upper class
Undesirables they relegate into their caste
A prick under the skin, the chip it slides right in