, boys, here I go! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung
you're the only one But my friend, you're not alone In the club If you've ever walked streets slick with rain In the cold black night, wracked with the hunger
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with
his rights and he got shot. CHORUS: (Yeah) I speak no evil. (Yeah) Yo Nick Jr. (?Pagel?) man. Step to 'em. This world is crazy and it must be sick. Be like Nick
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
Plattenladen, wo sie Rap Platten haben denn nur Rap Platten schützen mich an nassen Tagen Aus meinen Raps daraus, bau ich mir ein Haus gegen Hunger
I went out walking the other day The heat hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones And
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with
and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for ??? this Soda couldn't rock this chop a shelf when i drop this My ??? can't chop this The hunger
tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for ? ? ? this Soda couldn't rock this Chop a shelf when I drop this My ? ? ? can't chop this The hunger
[music: nick, aborted; lyrics: nick] Stroke of twelve rings out Deep within the grave a shout Scraping coffin lids beneath rorulent soil Resuscitation
Christmas day Christmas bells are ringing, carolers are singing (Christmas day) Christmas day is getting near Celebrate the season with a special reason (Christmas day) Jolly st. Nick
Twas the night before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse The stockings all hung By the chimney with care
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse All the stockings were hung by the chimney with
give nigga The feelin' that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit 'em Holla sumthin' similar Talkin' 'bout the hood Like they hung
Whose lives were thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the siege
Hasselhoff A'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by
MOORE T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, --not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the