Fuckin` Up My Christmas — текст песни (MC Chris)

Ladies that are fat ladies that are skinny
Ladies that are all night on my jimmy
Ladies that won`t charge me a buck fiddy
Just wanna get with me cuz I`m so pretty
Bitties who wanna bite off a lil sumpn
Best part`s the top like a drew barry muffin
Bittie`s that wanna turn on their love oven
And cook up a caserole of stove top stuffin
Don`t stop the suckin cuz you`re filled with my gumption
take care of my beaker cuz I`m honeydew bunsen
Got ya jonesin for my potion, got my finger on the button
That`s why mc be struttin
Wish I could erase this erection
Honey`s comin at me from every direction
Lookin for the love connection
Stinky, sweaty, sexin without protection
So line up the contestants
I`ll open their drawers like the kid in the sixth sense
I won`t persist this distance, gotta get up in this
She fuckin up my christmas

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Fuckin up my christmas is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit
This is not so much a holliday oriented song
As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman

She fuckin up my christmas biznitch
Catchin glimpses in tiny tid bits
I was fine till you was in my bizness
With you`re volleyball booty and you`re frilly pink tits
Yo what up wit dis, it mc chris
"M" in my name stand for monolith
No that`s not a lisp, you`re a finalist
Here`s a sash for that ass it says dominance
now, here`s my hotel key and some common sense
get up to my suite or you`re incompetent
do you wanna be a winner or the opposite?
So lick them lips, drop them shits
And step on it.

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