I want to them pussy ya

What do you think a jingle bell

My gun ring in your head like a bell, brain swell

Ya hear me fool, anywhere

Bomba who all know no dead for the Christmas

My desert eagle no like Santa Claus

It don't be matter who jaw or who stood first

One mile away from the sniper class

Bomba who all look at me as an on attack tough

You see me gun take away your body parts

We no kill people for the people come and hunt us

One in your head and take three in your heart

This gift you'll be getting and come with no rapping

Gunshot will be clapping', bring cryin' and tabbing

Basta will be praying, grave hole will be digging

Family carry coffin, him diss me, me diss him

Gunfire past him running, me forty-five stop him

When gunshots are clapping,we push back me cap him

And before they drop him, him shout out a blessing

Eternity napping, me give him death

Bomba hole, no no dead for the Christmas

My deserti eagle, no like Santa Claus

It don't be matter who jaw or who shoot first One mile away from the sniper glass

Bomba who no look a mess and attack us

You go see me gun take away your body fast

We no kill people

People dem no fit come hunt us

What in your head and take tree in your heart

Can we kill them this Christmas

Only know say a funeral for the new year Get some new carbine rifle and some new gear

A shipment of bullets at the wall of them gear Or some 50 caliber triangle mount over there

The wall of them a coward, me the pussy them fear

Me bust me gun anytime, any minute, anywhere

We are the pussy them worst nightmare. Me tell ya

Bomba who no no dead for the Christmas

My deserti eagle you no like Santa Claus Pussy

You know me matter who jar or who shoot One mile away from the sniper glass

We'll get you

Bomba who look a mess and attacked us You see me gun take away your body fast Pussy

We no kill people for the people come on hunt us

One in your head and take three in your heart

Bomba who no no dead for the Christmas

My deserti eagle you no like Santa Claus Pussy

You know me matter who jar or who shoot One mile away from the sniper glass

We'll get you

Bamba who look a mess and attacks us You see me gun take away your body fast Pussy

We no kill people for the people come on hunt us

One in your head and take three in your heart

This gift we'll be getting

And come with no rapping

Gunshot we'll be clapping

Bring crying and tabbing

Pastor we'll be praying

Grave hold we'll be digging

Family carry coffin, him diss me, me diss him

This is gun for past

We'm running We're 45 tapping With guns at a clapping

We put back me capping

And before the dropping

We'm shout out the blessing Eternity napping

We give him death

Bomba Who all know Dead for the Christmas

My deserti eagle No like Santa Claus

You know me matter who jar or who i shoot first

One mile away from the sniper glass

We'll get you

Bomba who look a mess and attacked us You see me gun take away your body fast Pussy

We no kill people for the people come on hunt us

One in your head and take three in your heart

Can we kill them this Christmas

Only know say a funeral for the new year Get some new carbine rifle and some new gear

A shipment of bullets at the wall of them gear Or some 50 caliber triangle mount over there

The wall of them a coward, me the pussy them fear

Me bust me gun anytime, any minute, anywhere

We are the pussy them worst nightmare. Me tell ya

Bomba who no no dead for the Christmas

My deserti take you no like Santa Claus Pussy

You know me matter who jar or who shoot One mile away from the sniper glass

We'll get you

Bomba who look a mess and attacked us You see me gun take away your body fast Pussy

We no kill people for the people come on hunt us

One in your head and take three in your heart