at Christmas All the children on the street Hope they get something good to eat But for me it's not so great Fuck Christmas Fuck Christmas Fuck Christmas
Übersetzung: Angst. Fuck Christmas.
all so gay at Christmas. All the children on the street hope they get something good to eat. But for me it's not so great. Fuck Christmas! [x10]
: Intro: (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin',
ta light up the sky line So bright am gonna Fuck ya whole night up Light up ya glow sticks And go stick the stick In ya ass This is the ghost of christmas
the streets, bullshit and plans to beef Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a K to my neice Real nigga's feel us and fear us Gorillaz beat on
hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear
Dirty Bitch U Can Bath It Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Mating Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant And Its Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Makin Fuck
, when men got drunk, fucked each other then beat their wife Fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it Christmas So put a gerbil on your Christmas
..) Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind (ooh.. yeah.. yeah..) The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears (..handles his fears
(Pedrini) Uomini, domenica gente che allegra va risveglia la citta dormono le fabbriche in giro ancora io vivo non lo so e incontro anche te che corri
being four years old I'm missing the Days when I was with everyone I knew just around the Christmas tree Now there's so many people and so many place
This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers,
The big problem is the main attraction Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction The scraping subject ruled by fear told me "whiskey life's better
Christmas eve October bleak and desolate There's frost murder in my (???) room And still the pennies earned The blood stained windows of night It's always Christmas
the words feed your mind Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin' Bodily functions makin' 'em dance And Pep, this is the Christmas
In Da Game On 4th And Inches These Niggas Want The Business Imma Give These Boys Da Business See U Fuckin Wit Da Boy That Told Yall Ta Fuck Christmas
can't bathe it hollygrove dog and I feel like matin baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant and its fuck you and fuck Georgia bush not makin, fuck waist