Do they know it's Christmas time at all? Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone Here's to them, underneath that burning sun Do they know it's Christmas
that burning sun Do they know it's Christmastime at all? Feed the world Feed the world Feed the world Let them know it's Christmastime again
rain nor rivers flow Do they know it's Christmas time at all? Feed the world Let them know it's Christmas time Feed the world Let them know it's Christmas
me the score Then they put Jesus in show business Now it's hard to get in the door It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs But I guess it was
it break it down. Tikki, tikki Everything's gonna be alright now Everything's gonna be alright Get down stay up all night now Let's do this one more
here we go The little things, little things, they always hang around The little things, little things, they try to break me down The little things, little things, they
song, everywhere It's the same song We gon' take you all around the world, same song Same song Same song All around the world Same, same, same song song song
me now? I'm beamin' Yeah, it's me again, the guy from verse two Well, this the last one, it's almost curfew It's almost night out, so turn your lights
Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah it's me again, the guy from verse two But it's the last one, it's almost curfew It's almost night out, so turn your lights on
??s rare (They wear the same clothes) Well at least they share. (Whata??s their name again?) Man eff it who cares, yall give it up for Julian and the strangers. Give it
pop is dying out! ..my rap poem. [eminem:] there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
song and we sing it all night, sing it Everything's gonna be alright now Everything's gonna be alright Get down stay up all night now Let's do this
Maie That's real as ever, Duckin bill collectors, Like Jehovah's Witness when they showed up at your door at Christmas, Was broke as dishes, Tryna let it go Hit the club, She drop it
, know the answer's in it That's why I spit it in my songs So sweet like a photo of your granny's picture Now that you're gone, it hit us Super hard
all black It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that Strongest on the block, nobody could budge And then he violated, now we right back before the judge They
Posse is back in this mutha fucka Hey yo, Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe your wife Maybe your daughter, it's midnight,
