Lyrics:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
breed, leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists, eighty-nine flowers on their back
Inventors of the accu-jack
They
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
tastes
And damn, I love my Nascar race
Any song sung by George Strait
Is country at it's best
Yes, I love good cold beer
And mustard on my fries
I
Jack my brake at the traffic stop
Interstate lookin' like a parkin' lot
Fat boy flying on a fat boy bike
Weavin' in and out and passin' me by
I
You can buy you a brand new truck
Chrome it all out, jack it way up
You can build you a house up high on a hill
With a pool and a pond and a view
in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by the choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
roll
And I will never be questioned
By some new young chump popping their tongue
Snoopy D made the way for you to walk
O in to The Almighty
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, I'm happy on the shelf babe
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you
I know for certain
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
whipping by
If that's what you desire
But once I start performing
I can't easily retire
I'll swing on a trapeze
I'll jump through hoops
And I'll eat
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
Task, now who's the jack ass?
Keep my shit cocked, 'cause the cops got a Glock too
What the fuck would you do, drop them or let 'em drop you?
I chose
the facts for stacks to rap (ruthless)
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks (ruthless)
I'm getting taxed, by packs and packs of angry
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
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