A Ryda Holiday

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Psychopathic Rydas - Rap

A Ryda Holiday

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[Intro: Bullet] Rydas in this muthafucka The holidays? Shit, that means twelve days of Fuck You Rydas fo' Life [Verse 1: Lil Shank] Yo, Santa better bring me an Uzi and three clips Or I'ma smash his pearly whites to the front of his fuckin' lips I'm a Ryda bitch, straight up on cinder blocks Took his clothes, car, audio, I know this shit rocks (Whoop whoop) Lil Shank be the illest Christmas killa on wax Wit' the red and green bandanas, and mistletoe sack (Uh) I'ma smoke another blunt, for the thugs feelin' this (Yay yay) 'Cause we takin' what we want, fuck the Christmas list (Yeah) [Verse 2: Foe Foe] Everyday is Christmas, where the fuck I'm from If I want it I'ma take it always usin' a gun (Foe Foe) Gone off eggnog and high as fuck I caught Santa Claus slippin' so I shot him like what Rudolph start trippin' so I shot his ass too (Blow) One quick shot to the head, right through Now I'm sittin' in a sleigh, gettin' fucked up with Elves (Yeah) And that's A Ryder Christmas Story I wanna tell (Yeah) [Interlude: Cell Block, Lil Shank & Mall Santa] Who in the fuck is this muthafucka right here? Hello little boy! Ho ho ho! 'Ey what the fuck you call my homie? *Gunshots* Ohh, dear God [Chorus: Foe Foe, Lil Shank & Cell Block] Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge I'ma rob you for your shit, I'ma rob you for your shit I'ma rob you for your shit, and I don't care if it's Christmas Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge Kiss the 12 gauge, kiss the 12 gauge So all you ho-ho-hoes! [Verse 3: Cell Block] I make my own Christmas, fuck Santa and the Mrs Keep me at the top of naughty list, 'cause they bitches December twenty forth, see him sneakin' in the house Drop a couple thangs, up under the tree, and then he's out there I'm out to get my own shit, so then real quick Fuck the stupid presents all I want is the electronics Plasma TVs, PSPs, and MP3s Cell Block bitch and I'm takin' what I need [Verse 4: Yung Dirt] It's the first day of Christmas and I ain't get shit Now I'm on Craigslist, and I'm puttin' out hits On the fat jolly pimp, and his elf clique too On Donner on Blitzen on his whole fuckin' crew Pullin' drive-bys on the gingerbread house When Frosty run out I put the slug in his mouth Ridin' off in a black truck, chromes no change Mrs. Claus in my lap takin' licks on my candy cane [Interlude: Mall Santa & Bullet] Ho ho ho, accepting donations. Maybe on your way out? Oh here I got you, right here *Smack* Ow! Gimmie the bucket (Hey!) Let it go bitch [Chorus: Foe Foe, Lil Shank & Bullet] Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge I'ma rob you for your shit, I'ma rob you for your shit I'ma rob you for your shit, and I don't care if it's christmas Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge Kiss the 12 gauge, kiss the 12 gauge So all you ho-ho-hoes! [Verse 5: Bullet] My black truck on skis I don't got a red nose but a red dot (Steady) In the middle of your forehead it pop I never miss my targets, I'm like Rowdy Roddy Sniper Smeared Santa's blood on my windshield wiper I'm a Ryda, I sell crack on Christmas Eve Fuckin' hoes, countin' money, loading guns and weed I got two double-barrels for your Christmas carols Point it out the mail slot bitch, don't get shot [Verse 6: Full Clip] I'm in an all black sleigh, shinin', drippin' wet Takin' out Salvation Army Santas with a Tec It might be Christmas day but I still gotta make my rounds Rudolph's nose ain't red from keys or cops or by the pound Christmas carols on the porch, singin' happy with glee Pop a clip in the Uz', now I got all they money I'm on a twelve day run on eve eleven Hot lead turns Santa's brain to figgy pudding [Chorus: Foe Foe, Lil Shank & Full Clip] Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge I'ma rob you for your shit, I'ma rob you for your shit I'ma rob you for your shit, and I don't care if it's christmas Rydas don't celebrate the Holidays So all you ho-ho-hoes! Can kiss the 12 gauge Kiss the 12 gaug, kiss the 12 gauge So all you ho-ho-hoes!

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  • Violent J
  • Shaggy 2 Dope
  • Monoxide
  • Madrox
  • Blaze Ya Dead Homie