Lyrics:
muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
while I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
now dashin' through the snow
in a candy right top 6-4
over the hills I go
the season to be jolly
Merry Christmas muthafucka!
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now
everybody's Jolly
Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
Something like that, except he come and he be
Jolly
Oh, you mean the motherfucker
Who be ringing the
Bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
Something like that, except he come
And he be bringing
a tick nor tock
Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock
No time to waste, I broke out in haste
The princess followed in a futile chase
A quick steady
fam in your grave you gon rot
3rd grade lunchroom money stuffed in my socks
My teacher told me you get three hots and cot
Yea you only get three hots
a dog
When I ring yo' bell
I got the money
And I got the fame
You got the hots
To ride on my plane
You givin' me all
That I desire
'Cause down
a dog when I ring yo bell
I've got the money and I've got the fame
You've got the hots to ride on my plane
You're giving me all that I desire
'Cos
There's a world set in limbo
And a mind set in hell
From the giggle of the bimbo
To the tolling of the liberty bell
And it creeps through his ankles
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone
Taken by the Church, his soul will
a tick nor tock
Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock
No time to waste, I broke out in haste
The princess followed in a futile chase
A quick steady
here, guy'
I left the stage, girls came in flocks
Fists were swingin' from the hard rocks
I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock
Gong! First bell before
just want the top
Cause I'm at the top
Selling work helped me record a lot
Never said a word never slept on a cot
Always 10
Till the grave on my dead
birds can't fathom this, equipped
Keep my ducks in a row like Gordon Bombay
Cornish hens that pass by is waving
Cot damn, I reject propriety
Keep cats
So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells,
And merrily ran the years, seven happy years,
Seven happy years of health and competence,
And mutual
Bitch so bad i shoot my shot
Fendi shirt, Fendi top
Now she ask if i swipe to shop
I wipe my nose, it wasn't no snot
Free my niggas that sleep in cots
woulda got niggas shot
If you was home, you woulda did mad shit
But get over it, nigga, you not
You know how many times I laid in that cot?
Claustrophobic
you well, but the well empty
Crooked smiles, but they show envy You might stumble, but don't slip
I was in college, ponderin' on the cot Broke as ever,
Well, I took me a woman late last night,
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell,
Took off her wig,
birds can't fathom this, equipped
Keep my ducks in a row like Gordon Bombay, cornish hens that pass by is waving
Cot Damn, I reject propriety, Keep cats
when I ring your bell
I got the money and I got the fame
You got the hots to ride on my plane
You're givin' me all that I desire
'Cause down with me
to hold her hand again
He wonders if she knows he's there
The doc says "Take a break" but he grabs a cot to stay
No he's not going anywhere
Oh that
slop down
Fifty cots in a sickly room
Each a pristine notch in her mixing spoon
Mary ain't a monster a marvel of medicine
I innocently hid a bit
Headache
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