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letra de a chris-mas carol - chris cross (rapper)

[intro: jacob marley]
expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one
expect the second when the bell chimes two
expect the third on the stroke of three
scrooooooooooggggeee

[verse 1: chris cross]
bah humbug, buddy, asleep i go
the sound of chains just falling snow
the sight of marley, spoiled gruel
believe in ghosts? i’m not a fool
i lay my head on pillow soft
and sleep as soundly as a rock
and yet, a sound cuts through the room
oh woe is me, it’s one o’clock!
[verse 2: the ghost of christmas past]
wake up chris!
i am the ghost
of christmas past
not long, but yours
open your eyes
and you will find
a bed replaced with familiar doors
your school, so merry
your sister, so kind
a scrooge, so scary
a twisted mind
a sour boy, no lime all rind
introspect and you will find
my mill grinds pepper, salt and spice
your mill grinds rats, and moles and mice
cold hands, cold heart, a man of ice
can this facade grasp nothing nice?
yo, lose yourself, get lost in time
blood red lipstick paints the skies
isabelle and all her wishes
you’re poor chris, yo, rags to b-tchless

[bridge: chris cross]
bah humbug, if i wanted the past, i’d use a time machine
if i wanted to change, i’d use a washing machine
my flow is perfect, like a rapping machine
i spit out candy bars like a vending machine
[verse 2 continued: the ghost of christmas past]
are you rich in coin or rich in soul?
have you wealth in friends or wealth in gold?
is your spirit half or is it whole?
do your warm your heart or conserve your coal?
got dumped on a bench, now you’re p-ssed at the world
make like sebastian and kiss the girl
greed is the curse that’ll tear you apart
what good is your purse if you’re poor in the heart?

[verse 3: chris cross]
oy vey, you gotta be joking!
you’re tryna make me be good? bro you were choking!
don’t look at the night sky, because i’m a star
don’t care how many ghosts you are
because my raps are like my gold, b-tch, i keep ’em in bars
when the blind man sees the picture when the deaf man hears the word
when i’m looking at your sh-t? everything i see and hear is absurd
our hearts beat the same. you say that i’m a monster, what does that make you?
you come in my house and try and guilt trip me, and expect me to thank you?
yo, paper’s my business like dunder mifflin
ain’t trying to hard to fit in
wallets too big nothing can fit in
ain’t my fault the poorhouses can’t chip in
my fit so hard just like a b-n-r
cause i got money don’t make me a donor
ding dong, ding dong, it’s two!
tell me what the f-ck imma do with you!
[verse 4: the ghost of christmas present]
stop, don’t go any further
get back to all of that lame sh-t when you hear from christmas future
right now, we’re living in the present
gift wrap, mistletoe, i think that i’m in heaven
it’s almost christmas, beg you try not to be greedy
‘else we’ll throw you in the streets like i throw up graffiti
christmas cheer is in the air so both sides sign a treaty
but i still texted your girl last night and she acting kinda needy
i walk outside and i’m seeing all white
it’s the same as only last night
if you’re the scrooge better put up a fight
with me and my ghosts, you out like a light
she egg on my nog, i beat that egg white
got ice on my wrist, i might get frostbite
f-ck that pandora, i got that off-white
and i got plenty of bars to go
i ain’t no grinch, but i got that snow
making it rain, making it flow
wisdom and wiseness the price for your gold
gonna be straight, don’t know what that meant
but i wrote this bar to pay my rent
today is a gift, so be content
that’s why they call it the present

[verse 5: chris cross]
god, i must be out my mind
quoth the raven: “what a shine!”
simply running out of time
cause there’s no way that imma sleep tonight
heat miser, snow miser
best call me the hoe miser
or call me the flow miser
don’t call me the poor miser
maybe you guys have a point
i’m getting burned here like a joint
p is for psycho, thriller like michael
i can see it now, can’t disappoint
clock is ticking, almost three
hope this one’s the ghost of glee
purer already, one last lecture
cause i still am expecting a final spectre!

[verse 6: the ghost of christmas yet to come]
i’m the ghost of christmas yet to come
just like your girl
when you say you’re done
y’know i used to be the best
i beat a stevie wonder in a staring contest
showed my girl my yugiohs and she got undressed
i mean i went from a geo to an nsx
i sold my soul for my success
i’ve achieved my goal and now i’m death
take this path and you’ll be all alone
no one will care when your gone
not a single prayer, your name unknown
you shall fear your forgotten tombstone
tiny tim will feel no better
he’ll be k!lled by a man in a cosby sweater
his life taken
won’t see another day
if you want to change this
you better change your ways
don’t let me catch you slippin’ like the transmission on laughing gas
or i’ll be kickin’ with a pipe smoking your ashes like glass
gotta change
future’s not looking too bright

- chris cross rapper

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