letra de merry muthaphukkin xmas - eazy-e
come on over, honey
and give your uncle dolemite a kiss
well, what you want, baby?
would you tell me a story?
you want me to tell you a story?
h-ll yeah!
me too!
yes honey, i’mma tell you a story
about the badass eazy-e
he was drinking whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he’s a bad motherfu-
gimmie that god d-mn book!
here, let me read you this one
christmas in compton
it was a silent night, yes, a holy night
until mr. claus turned into santa motherf-ckin’ wright?
deck the halls with b-lls of holly
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to bе jolly…
merry chrismas, motherf-cker!
mеrry motherf-ckin’ chrismas and a ho ho ho!
while i’m riding that cot under the missle toe
now dashing through the snow
in a candy red top 6-4 (hittin’ them switches)
over the hills i go
laughing at this wh0re
nuts on rich and ring
making me feel right
oh what fun it is to know
that i’m gonna get this p-ssy tonight
so ring them bells, ring them bells
she’s taking it all the way
oh what fun it is to watch her suck my d-ck this way, hey
ring them bells, ring them bells
she’s taking it all the way
oh what fun it is to nut while she’s sucking my d-ck
oh yay!
tis the season to get bitten
compton crime l!ck
and i’m smoking on this sh-t
ho ho ho come sit on my face
i mean, lap, and tell me what you want for christmas
ho ho
i want a sleigh ride
a christmas eve stick of rum
she said i slide down the chimney and i’m gonna cum
a vcr on the set with nothing but p-rno fl!cks
get some rudolph the red nose rein
getcha that gum like a everlastin’ gobstoper??? poppa
i dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts oh
i want to be having a good time f-ckin’ in tha snow
i made him drop to his knees
yeah you know whats up
i said here’s some candy canes eat’em up
i send him down, they jumping down, swinging by my toes
send me some cheese, i want the candy cream and the loot
i want santa to send me a little jack h-rny guy
i want him to shake me??
so all on the hunt, bon appetit
and a condom in a tree
all i want for chrismas is my two front t–th
my two front t–th, my two front t–th
all i want for chrismas is my two front t–th
yo wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat
buck wheat is a waskal
that’s no chrismas
and all the toys, boys and girls
f-ck ya wishes
i not happy, overjoyed in this motherf-cker
no indo under my tree so santa be a sucka
no sh-t on the roof, cough up rudolph’s nuts
when i was young i was the only kid
who had enough guts to be
good ole hearing on the east
i’d stay awake just to let america know
that santa was a fake
i used to believe in saint d-ck when elvis was alive
but all the f-cking bullsh-t got played when i was five
years old, just stay young, bold writing
singing “silent night”, caroling, reciting
now all i want for christmas is my indo wreath
i got my two front t–th
uncle eazy be the jeezy and
just spread me a leaf
little kids, don’t cry
when you find out the santa claus is just a f-cking lie
on the third day of christmas, my homeboys gave to me
three pounds of indo
two birds of cocaine
and a a motherf-ckin’ k, b-tch
eazy-e, oh, eazy-e
show us how you treat those b-tches
i saw mommy f-cking eazy claus
close the door, little b-tch
i’m getting these draws
i’m a tell my daddy if ya ass don’t stop
i don’t give a f-ck
i’m getting christmas cot
ho ho ho and away i go
oh saint nick’s got a d-ck like a pole
well where’s our sh-t?
this motherf-cker’s cheap
shut the f-ck up, b-tches
and go back to sleep
yo black, what you want for christmas?
(yo black, i want a job)
for my christmas, all the f-cked up people
want some corn-on-the-cob
a jew will eat some matzoh ball soup, but a n-gga’ll eat some
chitlins, watermelon, corn bread and some fruit loops
now who’s caroling in my window
smokin’ up indo
mechalecha hi, make a high note
get out my f-cking yard with your camel
you wanna get busy and santa like a
i am a rhymer
the fn clan will make sh-t slam, it’s christmas time
the simple simon christmas make me jam jam jam
yo black, what you want for christmas?
yo black, i want some cash
so i can buy some indo, chronic and some hash
yo, here comes the atban klan rough and rugged
a rump pa bum bum
a rump pa bum bum
merry motherf-ckin’ chrismas
merry motherf-ckin’ chrismas
merry motherf-ckin’ chrismas
and have a f-cked up new year
you b-tch!!
and they all went to prison
and lived f-cked up lives ever after
the end
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