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.
Watch as the big man knocks off their blocks.
Run up the ladder but not far enough.
Cheat the numbers, watch the games get tough.
They've done
Mutherfuckers hit the floor.
[Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off]
[Nigga, I'm a trigger happy nigga...]
Shiggety Shits gonna hit the fan Jack.
When
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.
When I was young and pushed around
And beaten up and beaten down
Who'd I run to mama tell me who
And as I grew to be a man
And all
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.
Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D.
Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty
Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site
Whoever's next to step is
Tonight there's no place to hide
Hey Marie you better grab my jack
And zip gun for me
'Cause I'll face no shame
Tonight's the night I die for our name
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.
and DARYL will get you - got you -
fucked up and dead will be the way you walk. Damn right, I
hate L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Once it's gonna come and getchya
Hitchya with the razor slitchya
UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick though
Sick though,
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.
something that seeks it's level
I wanna go to the devil.
Refrain
I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks
I wanna be evil, and cheat at jacks
I wanna be
gettin torn
Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas
With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half,
test this learn to lose
'Cause I'm gonna bruise ya, crack ya, end up on your back
If your girl steps in, won't hesitate to smack her
So if can't take
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.
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
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.
Yeah, that little fucker, he's racin' for the sun
He's got a bottle of Jack and he's getting drunk
He's smokin' lines in a joint just to ease his
I've spent twenty three nights in this one horse town
I've been jacked up, been broke down for too long
I've been bustin' my tail in the blazing
King Chris Coyne, Total Shams, and Shoeless Jed
Wise Chyld King, Sean and Reshma, Coll and Brian
Darkhorse Jack setting things on fire at Glass
ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down is when
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