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chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee (Ow, fuck off, not again)
On the fifth day of christmas the old trout gives to me, five

a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.

Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS

Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in

It's like Christmas everyday for a rich bitch
Ran it up in some Saint Laurent thigh highs
Tryna fly my mama out on a G5
Go Bahamas for a day, make

What's Going On

Jungle Brothers

Straight out the Jungle

1988

brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews

ripping up paper, and the faithful still are on their knees
But we're all Jewish, and we're in Brooklyn, and we're getting Chinese

Dim sum Christmas, Dim

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

the trash and
The 5's in the cupboard
I never get stingy with a
Lick with my brother
Five bands and food stamps in
The trap with my brother
It's just me

Christmas, I flipped it
Still can't forget it
Wearin' my brother's clothes I couldn't fit it
We still got evicted

Remember them days I was stuck in

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

Mother gave to me
Two step brothers, Jose Orlando, Jose Felix
1st day of Christmas Beyoncé gave to me
A VIRGO’S GROOVE shout out, in RENAISSANCE 
You

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I dream of her always, even when I don't dream
Her

Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team

pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is

Santa is here
Got cookies in your beard
Hand me some milk
Jimmy Christmas Cheer

Santa is here
Got cookies in your beard
Hand me some milk
Jimmy

got more on the way
16 brothers & sisters I hope to see Boxing Day
15 friends in my gang comin to hang Christmas Eve
And we just hang out, lighting

He was just a child
Forty five years old
Who travelled alone 
With his old grandmother
He was just a child
Forty five years old
Travelling alone 
In

Then slump you you're the dibby Chinese man
Mr Chin ah get licked down
In Shottas, just like Max, done him
Had to send back cuh Caps bun him
With all

on TV by my brother and me
We gon rise like the sun my brother and me
We be gettin' hella drunk my brother and me
And shawty I'm on the counters my

play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas

to another year 
I can't believe they locked my brother JR in a cell 
He facing 20 years man I know that shit is hell 
If you hear this song you can hit me

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo"
I leave ya face leakin'

with me, then, nigga, it’s on with
The clock, moving palms with Viktor Vaughn
I make it "Rain Blood" with Megalon
Brothers in the street know
That