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super famous fun time guys - frosty tips lyrics

[chorus: whipstick, mr 8 legz]
frosty the blowman (no)
has a very big bag of coke (oh my f+cking god)
so we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
his girlfriend sucked my north pole
(for real, dude, what the f+ck?)

[verse 1: whipstick]
(ayo) ayo we back on the naughty list
grabbed the frickin’ blowdryer, melted down his body with it
doin’ it by candlelight so we can say the party’s lit with
all these hoes and these reindeer
rudolph, cupid, donner blitzen (sl+t)
top hats, corn cob pipes, f+ck that
frosty the puddle in the fuddle where the fun’s at
shotgunning liquor, feeling sick, jump back
or else i’ma vomit on your [?] your son’s dad
strapped with a f+nny pack affixed with mistletoe
your wife’s got an ex mustache where this d+ck’ll go
handing out these gifts fast, hit you with a big splash
belly flopping diss tracks, stupid b+tch, get low
lower than morals and [?]
can see me in [?] slaying the competition with damage
in the scene we leaving it in a constant scene next to manic
’cause this christmas magic and savage and tragic don’t panic
’cause who?
[chorus: whipstick, mr 8 legz]
frosty the blowman (dude)
has a very big bag of coke (you know, screaming isn’t singing)
so we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
his girlfriend sucked my north pole

[verse 2: mr 8 legz, whipstick]
oh no, legz about to go rogue on [?] homegrown
it’s no longer coke nose, now it’s called a snow globe
brewing in my nostrils, zooted i get hostile
lately you shake me, i get crazy, atmosphere is awful
whip, what’s that? (a dead b+tch) what? no (f+ck)
we ain’t doing “fallout” again, just f+ckin’ push her in the snow
([time to f+cking go!?])
actually, you and frosty related? (why?) you both blow men
i know you playin’ the other side (quit it) since edward snowden
just joking, i know my focus is broken
i’m hoping you overdose, go and become a ghost
and float with this notion i propose, so hear me out and be open
maybe, just maybe, just maybe
you’ll leave me the f+ck alone for a moment (god)
just kidding, don’t get mad and start atting me
i’d love hanging out with a couch potato
while i’m out here moving erradically
matter of fact, f+ck that, (psyche!) this holiday ep’s a travesty
i’ma deck the halls with a flamethrower and do it happily
f+ck you and
[chorus: whipstick, mr 8 legz]
frosty the blowman (dude, shut up)
has a very big bag of coke (oh my god)
so we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
his girlfriend sucked my north pole
see what you’re supporting? this is your f+ckin’ fault

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