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SANTA’S A FAT BITCH

Sleigh bells jingling, ring-jing-jingling,
horses! horses! horses! horses!
Sleigh bells jingling, ring-jing-jingling, h–(BANG!!)

Santa Claus
Suck my balls
Drunk as hell, ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Nixon, and Cupid
I’ma get stupid
Hahaha. ehh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holding my sack like, “Gimme. Gimme.”
I know that’s he’s coming
He’s coming
He must
Looking up, nothing but rust
Dust
Turned on my TV the very next day
I see you’re getting paid
Leading the parade
I’m that sniper on the building
Listen to my .9 go ‘click!’
Santa’s a fat bitch!

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain’t get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I’m gonna bust your ass in the too-ooh-ooh-ooooooth

Yeah, I got something to say about Saint Nick
Fuck that hoe, he never brought Shaggs shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal
So I eat it, cause there ain’t nothing in the cupboard
So I’ll be quick, quick and brief
Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got mine kicked, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones, could ya help me out?
Should’ve known I’d get the short end of the stick
No kind of gift
I didn’t get shit
Some say I was bad, but that wasn’t it
It’s all because Santa was a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain’t get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I’m gonna bust your ass in the too-ooh-ooh-ooooooth

“Ho!! Ho!! Ho!!
Don’t go that way, Rudolph, that’s the ghetto
Those boys and girls, they don’t deserve anything.”

Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where ya been?
I see ya got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friends
But Rudolph, he don’t bring the sleigh my way
Nothing but coal and dirt for little J
I guess ya couldn’t fit down my chimney shaft
You need to lose some of that fat ass
All the little rich boys, they getting paid
Counting them toys and duckets they made me
I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I’ma kill that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain’t get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I’m gonna bust your ass in the too-ooh-ooh-ooooooth

T’was the night before Christmas and everything’s wack
Not a creature stirring but a fucking rat
I ain’t hearing Jingle Bells, I ain’t hearing nothing
Ain’t smelling no turkey, sure as hell ain’t no stuffing
All night I prayed, wished and prayed
This fat muthafucka would swing my way
And drop of soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Yep, yep, I knew it
The shaft again, and again, and again. and again!!
Every year I wake up to the same old shit
House. there be no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain’t get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I’m gonna bust your ass in the too-ooh-ooh-ooooooth
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain’t get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I’m gonna bust your ass in the too-ooh-ooh-ooooooth

He got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile
A bright red hat you can see for a mile
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin
Here comes Santa Claus again.

Jingle my motherfucking balls, bitch!!
Insane Clown Posse back in this motherfucka!!
Hey, I’m Violent J!!
Wasssssup.

It’s Christmas, time for a slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It’s midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way
For jolly Saint J
Climb down the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone’s heard of
Shimmey down, shimmey down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me. I’m stuck
Now what to do, I feel wack
I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack and shimmer on down
Santa Claus clown
Can’t fuck around now
Living room, shhh! I creep
Tippy toes cause they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of y’all
What’s that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it’s the real Saint Nick
And he must’ve been taking a shit
But regardless, I better move quick now
So I jumped him, Santa’s no joke
Fucked around and got my damn neck broke
He’s strapped, he shot, he didn’t miss
(Bang! Bang! Bang!) I had a red Christmas

I’m dreaming of a dead Christmas
The kind you’ll never ever get
Cause if you have a dead Christmas
That means you’re dead and that’s the end

Merry, merry Christmas, you fucking chump.
Season’s greetings, loser!!
Yo, 2 Dope, kick it!!

Jack Frost nibbles, heh, but fuck that
Ain’t got a home, so he nibbles on my nutsac
And my buttcrack
Toes and elbows
My nose is froze
Fuck you hoes
So, I made a friend like me, a snowman
He was down with the clown like a bro, man
Had a hat and eyes out of charcoal
And a pipe, we’d fill it with indo
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate Corn Flakes
And we both would freeze our balls off
I was there every time his head falls off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made him from a snowpile
Then the storm came, heh, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through, we hid in a alley
The next day it was like Sunny Valley
He was melting and I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a .9
“If I’ma die, you should come with me
Cause we’re boys.” It hit me
Damn, I’m dying, I’m dead, he got his wish
And alls I got is another red Christmas

Silent night, violent fight
Now I’m dead, one to the head
Christmas this year seems so wack

Happy New Year, bitchboy.
Hey!!
I got a New Year’s resolution for your chicken-faced mother to kiss my mothafucking ass.

Jingle bells!! Jingle bells!!
Jingle all the way!!
Ask your fuckin’ momma, bitch
The ICP don’t play, hey!!
Wicked clown!! Wicked clown!!
Bitches, drop your drawers
Don’t talk back
Just suck my sac
And fiddle with my balls!!

Yeah. ICP. Southwest for life. Christmas time, ya
know what I’m saying. Mr. Kris Kringle. You fat
bitch. Motherfucker, never gave me shit. I’ma slap
you cross your red ass face, motherfucker..
Southwest down

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
It’s the holiday season
Candy Canes, cookies sprinkle the town
Everyone’s jolly, happy, and merry
The dead sing carols in the cemetary
I went up to the mall to meet a Santa Claus
Why you wanna meet a Santa Claus??
Just because
He’s a star and I wanna get his autograph
Did you meet the fat bastard??
You don’t know the half
So I waitin’ line with my pad and pen
I finally got up to the bitch and he had a grin
He said he’s been watchin’ me and I’m a disgrace
So I reach for the nine and shot him in the spine
All the kiddies runnin’, screamin’ and cryin’
Santa ain’t breathin’ I think that he’s dyin’
He’s tryin’ to move so I boot him in his grin
HA
Bitch should’ve known about the Santa Claus killa

(Chorus 2x)
Santa Claus
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
The Santa Claus killaz

(Mike E. Clark)
I’m a Santa Claus killa
Bitch what the fuck you know about
You know nothin
So fuck turkey and stuffin
I drink a straight 40
Fuck that shitty egg nog
Cause I’m a wicked clown straight up freak dog
I gets paid I’m pickin up the G Shit
And Santa Claus ain’t never brought me shit
The fat slop doesn’t drink my milk
So don’t come around bitch or get your cap peeled
I’m Mike Clark
I’m pimpin’ through Clark Park
In a 1981 Skylark
And its dusted, dented and rusted
Don’t look or get your lips busted
Santa Claus won’t bring me a BM
So I’mma choke that bitch when I see him
MC, Detroit big wheeler
But on Christmas Eve Im a Santa Claus killa

(Fink)
It’s Christmas Eve
Another time to decieve
Got another trick up my sleeve
He won’t leave
I just wait Tick-Tock-Ticky
Someone told me what the fuck is Saint Nickie
Nick, prick North Pole hick
Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that?
Sounds like Rudolph and the whole clique
Its time for some down with the clown G Shit
I hear the fat bitch in the chimney
Spark up the matches
Fire catches
And I burn that motherfucker up
Wha Wha What The Fuck!
Cooked his ass with a crackling sound
Watch as the ash comes juggling down
I smoke them bones and I get much illa
Fink, The Eastside G
The Santa Claus killa

(Chorus 2x)
Santa Claus
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
The Santa Claus killaz

(Violent J)
One last minute
I get’s deadly
Sit back children
Check the medley
Its cold out, I could give a fuck less
Cause I’m waitin’ on a bitch in a red dress
A fat bitch with a big white beard
Strapped with a big lead pipe I’m geared
I hear bells, Jing-a-Ling-Jing-Ling-Ding-a-Ling
That’s the sound, the dead man here
The dead man here when death is near
I take my pipe and say fuck it
Whip and Lug It
Straight to the nugget
Out cold in a flash, a dash
Then I pushed his ass off the roof
and straight jacked the sleigh
The ghetto’s payday from the Santa Claus killa

(Chorus 2x)
Santa Claus
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
I’m comin’
The Santa Claus killaz

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