Smoke a lil Xmas Tree

Album cover art for "Smoke a lil Xmas Tree" by Cookin Soul

Cookin Soul - Rap, Christmas

Smoke a lil Xmas Tree

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[Intro: Sample] I'd give anything to see Our little Christmas tree And to– [Verse: MF Doom] From the top of the key, from three villain Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn Turn the corner, spinning, bust that ass and get up Dust off the mask, club a laugh, give him a head up He got jumped, and pumped his adrenaline He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow Float from help on to free power like (?) And still owe bills, paid dues forever Slave views, to when it comes to who's more "clever-er" Used to wear a leather goose (?) with the fur collar Hand charge the people loose leaf worse for dollar Ya heard "Holla!", broad or dude, we need food Eat your teams for sure the streets all seem rude For fam' like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix up Battle for your Atari cartridges Doom, drum, that bong There goes that news van again, act like you knew like Toucan Sam on 'em Eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of their cheap necklace String 'em up, ring 'em up, under whack, junk snack And get that out your hand, pump, jump and get your dump smacked Foul, we all know the rules bro You sow, you blow, the super youth fools [Outro] To kiss my baby, under the mistletoe But I keep– I keep– I keep And to

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Writers
  • David Garcia