The Lynch That Stole Xmas lyrics
by Brotha Lynch Hung
[Christmas music, footsteps]
[Chorus 1]
b*tch I'm coming down ya chimney, what ya looking at?
b*tch I’m coming down ya chimney, where them cookies at?
b*tch I'm coming down ya chimney, f*ck you looking at?
b*tch I'm coming down ya chimney, where them cookies at?
When I’m coming down ya chimney, what ya gonna do?
b*tch I'm coming down ya chimney, I'm looking for you
b*tch I'm coming down ya chimney, I'm looking for you
Don't you know that I know where you stay?
I won't go back I am here to stay
[Dance of the sugarplum starts playing]
[Chorus]
[Dance of the sugarplum starts playing]
[Chorus]
[Dance of the sugarplum starts playing]
[Verse]
Nighttime, it was the right crime, I had to murder like nine, cut 'em right fine, I shine like a white diamond it could be the right time and I’m about mine
Die time, [???], with two bodies outside, [???], put the bullet in the middle while they die a like mind, shoulda put ’em in the kettle and gave 'em a white time
Y’all n*ggas be walking a tight line and drinking the white wine, I'm thinking