Lyrics:
everyone say "dick!"
Everyone say "Mark's an asshole!"
Mark: Everyone say
Everyone say "we hate Mark!" yeah!
Tom: Hey, now let's do this one
Everyone say
us.
Magic? Why?
We wanted to show you
how others celebrate Christmas.
At that moment,
Bob got up and told his family.
(노래2)
This is all thanks
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
wrong with Santa Claus?]
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...]
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?]
[Bob: Oh, I love
Christmas from me
I'll be hanging every light I find in this house
Playing Christmas music so loud
This year, Christmas won't be quite so blue
And I'm
but I did it and it was worth it. This year. I'm celebrating my 10th anniversary as a Christmas artist, and I wanted to share my story with you. I want
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
Nick tonight
With this brightness boy he sure can't hide
And with Rudolph's nose my oh oh my...
Because it's Christmas,Christmas,Christmas
Bring
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good
They'll get toys to play with
Like rocks.
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
Can we stay whole together, please?
By the Christmas tree
Giving is priceless
Random acts of kindness
Remember the homeless
'Cause this is Christmas
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it's posted'
Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't
to the Elliptical
Drunken love story
This shit gotta be a
Christmas card
This shit gotta be a
Christmas card
This shit gotta be a
Christmas card
Love can be Toxic
jobbies but plenty of time
Might have a vaccine by the end of this rhyme
Will Santa be allowed to leave presents in my house
Santa's still a-coming
and forth from my mother saying, Your father doesn't want him to come in. So you guys are not allowed in the house.
And I was like, Why? At this point, my
(3rdEye on the bells)
Yeah
Dear Santa, let me start by saying Merry Christmas
I want a real nigga, so I put 'em on my wish list
Free all my
for his psycopath
Alright,we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
for his psycopath
Alright, we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good they'll get toys to play with
Like rocks
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
toms
Stop jocking this fashion you might blow yo funds
In the trap house with the thugs and the killas
Got the black pent house with the counter in
people never live to see this christmas
Cuz each and everyday another one by di dust
Be careful when you going down town on christmas
And one ting mi tell
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
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