Alright, so let me get this right, you say it's a motherfucker who come to your house...
To your muthafucking house
And he ain't be trying to rob you?
Ah hell no, that's Santa Dawg, you ain't ever heard of Santa?
Santa Claus, Saint Nick?
You ain't ever heard of Kris Kringle?
Man Hell nah!
Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain't got no
Chimney, so he just come in tha back dooor, he may have to kick it in though, depending
It what hood he in, cause some people be bolting they shit
You know like Kwee-Kwee and them down there on west 7 mile, you know, swinginh the herb
Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS?
Santa, SANTA CLAUS!... Ho Ho Ho everybody's Jolly
Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
Something like that, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it's like religious thing
Man, you acting like a sucker believing in that Fictitious Bullshit!
Man, I don't even like fish! so, LOOK!
He's looking at his list
He's checking it twice
And he gonna know who's naughty or nice
Man, hell nah, so what you saying, this motherfucker work for the FBI? he got a list
What kind of list?
I mean, it's kinda like that, it ain't really a list like that, I mean it's Christmas list
You know like gifts and stuff... remember when you was and you wanting Space Invaders
For the 5200 back in '86? (yea), and then nobody got it for you? (uh huh), cause you
Wasn't right, Santa was like Fuck that, I ain't bringing him shit, I'm a gonna bring my
Homie Lil Poot everything
Well fuck SANTA, and fuck you
Man fuck you man, you don't be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg
I don't be believing in that shit, that shit ain't even real, man you acting like a
Little sucker believing in some old Santa Claus shit
Man, SANTA for life fool
O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem
"Have you been a good boy this year? If not I'm gonna split your fucking head!"
With so much Drama in the D-E-T
It's kinda hard putting trimmings on my Christmas Tree
But, I some how, some way
Keep coming up with fresh ass nizzle just to drizzle on the way
May I, wrap another gift, so that I, can sneak up in your house in the bedroom
Everybody tripping, roasting chestnuts, waiting on Santa to come
I got Blaze in the living room drinking Eggnog
Jamie's in the kitchen and he pulling the bomb
I got Little Eric Loder dressed up like a Elf
And, all they keep saying is "go fuck yourself"
So, turn off the lights and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree sipping Eggnog
Waiting on Christmas gifts... Eggnog
With my Mind on my presents
And my presents on my mind
Mixing Eggnog and Gin
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in
Well I called up Blaze told him, time for dime
He said him and Anybody coming through at nine
See everything is fine, cause I'm feeling all Christmasy
And I'm standing right next to the Christmas tree
Seeing the blinking lights made me sick
But I always decorate every year for Saint Nick
So, there ain't no chance he gonna pass me up
Got some Cocoa in a cup and some Hydro in a blunt
That I am gonna smoke with Santa Claus
Get him all shit-faced till the break of dawn
And, watch him fly off in the night
Hey thanks for the presents, I hope you make it home alright
Before he left he said "Hey, Listen Bro"
"Your the first stop I made, I gotta billion more to go"
Later on Christmas Day
My homie Violent J
Came through with a gift for me
And a dope ass fruit cake "aight dawg"
With a phat ass joint with the blue cots
That make ya choke, with some bud, ain't no choke
Had to take a step back, sit my Egg-Nog down, knocking Rum and cot
I'm fucked up now, but ain't no body clap, the presents are wrapped
Shaggy's style through with a 40 in a sac "roll it up"
Smoke with Santa, break with the elves
They supposed to stop by at a half past twelve
Shit, if I would of known we was getting shit for free
I would have pulled my dick out!