Hark! Hark! Hark! Hark!
Angel! Angel! yeah!
Check one, check two! Angel! Ladies!
All the ladies in the house say yeah!
Yeah!
Say heaven yeah! yeah!
Give me that beat,
give me that beat y 'all!
Aw, aw, yeah!
Let's take it down tonight y 'all!
Hark! herald angels sing,
Glory to the new -born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, loggy, listen twice, what, what?
Join the triumph of the skies
With a jelly
Alright, enough of that, enough of that
Boxy, I was blowing up the mic there
Boxy Brown in the house, y 'all
Get them hands up, get them hands up
Here we go now, come on now
I'm Boxy Brown, MC,
chillin' under the tree
Got a present in my tummy for M -E -A -T
Ooh, a present for me?
It's a used CD
I don't like the band Creed
Aw, it ain't Creed, see
It's a solo LP from my man Scott Stapp
He's the dude that sings leads
Do you have the receipt?
Nah, I got it for free
For promotions only
Now I got a gift wrapped after Baby J .C.
Up above, holla
The angels all holla
Lightin' up the sky like night at the Apollo
A GPS quest so the wise
men can follow
Though she never knocked her boots
when her groom
She bore fruit of the womb
God's only son on the shoot with a boom
No room in the inn
Cause the color of his skin
Shared a nonspoken twin with a donkey
And it's just like a honky
To breeze out the black man
Crackers like to crack, man
Whoa, whoa, Boxy,
where's this coming from?
Crackers like to crack?
This is a family Eurotide album
I didn't want to turn it into a race thing
Jesus was a strong, proud black man
And I will not be quiet about that
Yeah, well, he didn't look like that
In the Jesus sour cream and onion potato chip
I bought on eBay
Oh, I get it. Jesus can't
look like Denzel.
No, I didn't say
Jesus gotta look like Willie Nelson
so the man can feel good about his holiday.
I didn't say that.
No, Jesus gotta look like some black
crow's lead singing mother...
Okay, okay, Boxy.
You know what? Maybe we should go back
to the original lyrics.
I'm not sure giving it a hip twist
for a younger crowd is working here.
That's fine. We'll shut that down.
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory to the new -born King!