Lyrics The Lynch Who Stole Xmas - Brotha Lynch Hung

Oh u is a sick bitch ur brotha oh well i lynch hung
Take ur lungs i am zen when i flung that piece
Into my crown i am the example
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Thornish well u chicken looks so cornish
Bon appetite have ur brother suckle from that teet
Sickness greet mistle toes i thistle at u hoe
I hope sickness get atomic missled bristle suck u up
Dont disturb a vaccumed room dewey
Shit is screwy