Frosty the Blowman

Christmas time, motherfucker, and we finna get ill
Fuck magic, little bitches, it's the season to kill
I'll be seizing these bills, while I season my grill
With the blood from your skull, dripping off of my drill

See, it's my time of year, that's my fucking corner
Got a problem with that, take it up with the coroner
I'll leave your body colder than the snow I'm rolling in
Last thing you see, all my eyes made of coal, and then poof

Say goodbye to your family, like every other dumb bitch
That thought that they could handle me
No daddy now, tears rolling down they eyes
Let me enlighten you on who the fuck am I

Frosty the Blowman is the man who sells the blow
Got the dankest shit, sells it by the brick
I'm addicted to that snow

Carrot deep in the pussy, every single night
Waking up still drunk, and I'm feeling alright
Feeling a fight, seeing all white, thinking I might
Have some hoes over, and give them a ride

'Round here, the nights ain't silent, the sex gets violent
And when I see a booty, Frosty gets behind it
Yeah, cause I be laying the pipe

The girls who roll with Frosty are addicted to the white, yeah
Frosty got more balls than the NFL
And if these bitches want a taste then I'll give them hell
They never holler stop, they let me fucking cream it
Here's my name again, in case you didn't hear him screaming

Frosty the Blowman is the man who sells the blow
Got the dankest shit, sells it by the brick
I'm addicted to that snow

Frosty the Blowman is the man who sells the blow
E the dankest shit, sells it by the brick
I'm addicted to that snow



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Writer(s): Fear Boner
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