歌词：
Busted Last Christmas

flag in the ground It's red nation Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust

soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last,

This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers,

style. I wouldn't go Bust like an internet millionaire, boom like a Lebanese belly-dancer, Bang like a new year's firecracker ? gone, gone, gone! I wouldn't get Bent like a rattan rockin' chair, blanked like a last

get your fuck on Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on Desert eagles busting at seagels flying

it's tha close range Realest they come, never play no game, I bust your ass nigga Fake Boba'll out, won't last nigga Fearin' nothing, this way, you ain

And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp And mama comes in, she screams "hey you been out with that tramp again last night You know that

down to the workies club (that's a laugh) To buy something strong and take the pain away Joys of christmas Joys of christmas Northern style Flashing christmas

y'all fuckin wit Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this And my gun bust and gun never miss I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas When we go