Its Christmas time (hear our rhyme)

by Xmas Wrap

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	1.	Xmas Wrap 2004 (its christmas time) 06:52	lyrics	buy track
	LYRICS- Phil bowman- Hey boys and girls is Christmas time, so put down your guns and listen to my rhyme,People be worried bout the violence on the street, when there be kiddies in Africa with no reeboks on their feet, But don't you worry chrimbo's not about that, it's about presents and uncles in weird hats,So we hope you get all the presents that you want too, if you don't let me know and Santas life's through,And il come round there and make your Christmas merry by showing you the video of tommy n Kerry,But don't worry it's a secret y'all, you can't buy that shit in no shopping mall, Enough about that back to what's going on here, your having lots of fun but there dying in Zaire, So come together at Christmas time, and that mutha fuckers is the end of my rhyme.. Chorus- Phil brown- Yo check my Christmas spirit, stop and check out this tune when you hear it, stopping rapping bout violence and tits, cos were rapping bout Jesus n shit'My main man dans down to 5 a day, but that shits all good when your riding a sleigh, it's Christmas here but in Iraq they kill, so blast this tune all over rosehill,Get pissed when your out with lads, get fucked up have a Christmas kebab,Keep it real dont act like a flid or your get fuct up more than king Herod did, see 3 wise men don't jack their phones or twats with sheep just leave it alone,It's a time of season, what more can I say merry Christmas mutha fuckers' touché' Chorus- Ben-Christmas time,it's time to eateyRoasted chicken peas and sweeties,Get extra sockies, on your feetiesPlay in the snow, seasons greeties!Hohoho who's that there? Santa clause and his reindeer, No fucking way, can't be happening,Real life Santa, no more crap again,Presents from him to all my mates, look in his bag at all the greats,Guitar for Tom, a real les Paul Dan got jealous got nothing at all,Looked in the bag a little bit deeper,Found a wig for a pat beaver, but he didn't want it cos it was thinking ginger, Chorus- John- Now it's time to ask some questions that I dunno, like why did jacko hang with that kid from home alone, And if you are with me then give me 3 ho's, fuck Ellie, Charlie and Jo.I've only got 12 more lines to do, so il cuss a no such and say something that's true, if I saw carina naked I would flop too, guns don't kill people reindeers do.I heard Santa Claus is running a new sweat shop, run by gay midgets wearing pink tanktops, making DVD recorders to go in Argos, I had a race with Tom and I think that I lost, oh no I didn't I celebrated a victory no lets go round to my camp fire and pee do it as Santa comes down my chimney, soap dish bbr curry club are you with me. Tom- 43210 -1 it's Christmas time so get in line, there's presents here under the tree, some for you, some for me, Hope you've all been gd this year, drink your wine and drink your beer, Santas back and he don't give a duck, forgot his reindeers so he's riding a truck. John- So give me some curry and give me some rice, he's got a list and he's checking it twice, wrap your presents whilst I rap this rhyme oh shit I gotta go cos I'm out of time, Group- Hey everybody on the 3 1 3 put your mother fucking hands up and follow me, everybody on the 3 1 3, help me decorate my Christmas tree! Chorus- Alex- The topic on hand is Christmas and the needy, don't make my cry my hearts already bleeding, Now that its Christmas we've all hot big hearts, brings me to ask where it stops and where it starts.They be asking me to give out my cash, il be buying cream for a bad case of crabs,As Philly b said they ain't got no reeboks, well tough shit out homeless people ain't got socks.Suttons going down like soddom and Gomorrah, Vicky pollard moaning and I'm trying to ignore her,I thought I was needy I can't afford a fucking freedo, were rapping bout making mud huts in meadows,It's almost up and il having fun,So pick up your newspaper and put down your gun, Take a look around the world is changing, to the next generation cos ours is aging. Dan- Hello kiddies pat beaver here, yes you guessed it, it's that time of year, There's kids in Africa that aunt got none, so I'm gonna fly over abs set then one,I pulled a cracker and nothing came out, you mugging me off? Without a doubt, I've gotta go so all take care, merry Christmas and buyer fucking beware, Kev- Big John stud that's my middle name, here we are in our curry club game,This ain't a game it's a time of year, I time for a whole lot of beer,I'm afraid of Santa coping a touch, we all know he's into his crime, touching children in their sleep, shush don't make a peep, Santa won't read your mail no more, he just robbed a liquor store, big John stud don't take no shit, merry Christmas suck my dick. Ben- Kev steps up with his crowbar, set him a present Santa or you won't go far, basket ball and a kebab token, now Santa won't get his legs broken,Cky CDs for Phil, tommy gets to stop being ill, golden sticks for Alex mac, John gets his own big crash mat, bowler gets a tv show, karate black belt for Gary crow, ahh cant go on the list is too long, other people wanna sing I this song... "It's the fucking end you preek"

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LYRICS-

Phil bowman-
Hey boys and girls is Christmas time, so put down your guns and listen to my rhyme,People be worried bout the violence on the street, when there be kiddies in Africa with no reeboks on their feet, But don't you worry chrimbo's not about that, it's about presents and uncles in weird hats,So we hope you get all the presents that you want too, if you don't let me know and Santas life's through,And il come round there and make your Christmas merry by showing you the video of tommy n Kerry,But don't worry it's a secret y'all, you can't buy that shit in no shopping mall, Enough about that back to what's going on here, your having lots of fun but there dying in Zaire, So come together at Christmas time, and that mutha fuckers is the end of my rhyme..

Chorus-

Phil brown-
Yo check my Christmas spirit, stop and check out this tune when you hear it, stopping rapping bout violence and tits, cos were rapping bout Jesus n shit'My main man dans down to 5 a day, but that shits all good when your riding a sleigh, it's Christmas here but in Iraq they kill, so blast this tune all over rosehill,Get pissed when your out with lads, get fucked up have a Christmas kebab,Keep it real dont act like a flid or your get fuct up more than king Herod did, see 3 wise men don't jack their phones or twats with sheep just leave it alone,It's a time of season, what more can I say merry Christmas mutha fuckers' touché'

Chorus-

Ben-Christmas time,it's time to eateyRoasted chicken peas and sweeties,Get extra sockies, on your feetiesPlay in the snow, seasons greeties!Hohoho who's that there? Santa clause and his reindeer, No fucking way, can't be happening,Real life Santa, no more crap again,Presents from him to all my mates, look in his bag at all the greats,Guitar for Tom, a real les Paul Dan got jealous got nothing at all,Looked in the bag a little bit deeper,Found a wig for a pat beaver, but he didn't want it cos it was thinking ginger,

Chorus-

John-
Now it's time to ask some questions that I dunno, like why did jacko hang with that kid from home alone, And if you are with me then give me 3 ho's, fuck Ellie, Charlie and Jo.I've only got 12 more lines to do, so il cuss a no such and say something that's true, if I saw carina naked I would flop too, guns don't kill people reindeers do.I heard Santa Claus is running a new sweat shop, run by gay midgets wearing pink tanktops, making DVD recorders to go in Argos, I had a race with Tom and I think that I lost, oh no I didn't I celebrated a victory no lets go round to my camp fire and pee do it as Santa comes down my chimney, soap dish bbr curry club are you with me.

Tom-
43210 -1 it's Christmas time so get in line, there's presents here under the tree, some for you, some for me, Hope you've all been gd this year, drink your wine and drink your beer, Santas back and he don't give a duck, forgot his reindeers so he's riding a truck.

John-
So give me some curry and give me some rice, he's got a list and he's checking it twice, wrap your presents whilst I rap this rhyme oh shit I gotta go cos I'm out of time,

Group-
Hey everybody on the 3 1 3 put your mother fucking hands up and follow me, everybody on the 3 1 3, help me decorate my Christmas tree!

Chorus-

Alex-
The topic on hand is Christmas and the needy, don't make my cry my hearts already bleeding, Now that its Christmas we've all hot big hearts, brings me to ask where it stops and where it starts.They be asking me to give out my cash, il be buying cream for a bad case of crabs,As Philly b said they ain't got no reeboks, well tough shit out homeless people ain't got socks.Suttons going down like soddom and Gomorrah, Vicky pollard moaning and I'm trying to ignore her,I thought I was needy I can't afford a fucking freedo, were rapping bout making mud huts in meadows,It's almost up and il having fun,So pick up your newspaper and put down your gun, Take a look around the world is changing, to the next generation cos ours is aging.

Dan-
Hello kiddies pat beaver here, yes you guessed it, it's that time of year, There's kids in Africa that aunt got none, so I'm gonna fly over abs set then one,I pulled a cracker and nothing came out, you mugging me off? Without a doubt, I've gotta go so all take care, merry Christmas and buyer fucking beware,

Kev-
Big John stud that's my middle name, here we are in our curry club game,This ain't a game it's a time of year, I time for a whole lot of beer,I'm afraid of Santa coping a touch, we all know he's into his crime, touching children in their sleep, shush don't make a peep, Santa won't read your mail no more, he just robbed a liquor store, big John stud don't take no shit, merry Christmas suck my dick.

Ben-
Kev steps up with his crowbar, set him a present Santa or you won't go far, basket ball and a kebab token, now Santa won't get his legs broken,Cky CDs for Phil, tommy gets to stop being ill, golden sticks for Alex mac, John gets his own big crash mat, bowler gets a tv show, karate black belt for Gary crow, ahh cant go on the list is too long, other people wanna sing I this song...

"It's the fucking end you preek"