Do they know it's Christmas time at all? Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone Here's to them, underneath that burning sun Do they know it's Christmas
that burning sun Do they know it's Christmastime at all? Feed the world Feed the world Feed the world Let them know it's Christmastime again
rain nor rivers flow Do they know it's Christmas time at all? Feed the world Let them know it's Christmas time Feed the world Let them know it's Christmas
Then they put Jesus in show business Now it's hard to get in the door (Angel) It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs But I guess it's something
me the score then they put Jesus in show business now it's hard to get in the door it's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs but I guess it was
new career, huh? I don't know, that's... It, it could, and it couldn't. Ah... I really don't know. Well, let's leave it to the listeners to see what
't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get
to know Can we do this next winter Oh! What a Christmas to remember You've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelin's in the middle of December
is dying out! ... my rap poem. [Eminem:] There's a certain mystique when I speak that you notice Cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
degree's on Christmas Nigga we rollin' cannibus Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it That's
*, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot. You want credit, forget it, I did it
I wanna do is kick the welfare All I wanna do is get my share All I wanna do is make something from nothing It's GC baby and were workin with something
who's been called a freak (Ya'all know what I'm sayin) This is for you Here we here we goooooooooooooooooo... Yeah huh what come on (ya'all know what
Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a slaughter Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight,