Santa Claus is coming to town
and I ain’t that amused
that old fat fuck can sit and spin
he ain’t real so why does everyone pretend
that him and his eight tiny reindeer can bring joy
his eight tiny reindeer are just his lil decoy
all he does is push material greed
ho ho ho its that time of the year to spread the seed
make men define by what they aim to be
buy this present cuz its the only time of the year for it to be seen
you need it want it buy it
give gifts to erase tiff's and forgive us of all our sins
meanwhile these sins keep on spinning
make money off of people who need a reason
cuz you know all people need remindin
if not they wouldn’t give a damn about anyone
if we didn’t have this holiday to celebrate this birth of some old dude named christ
then we wouldn’t all be acting so nice
just get some gifts to make it all right
sure it sounds good,
but do you really need that bike that your gonna wreck
that ugly sweater that your gonna return that’s only worth a cent
(your relatives are cheap, face it)
that nifty new tie that you’ll wear once to church (oh wait I forgot you don’t attend)
that spify new thong that your still waiting to lose weight to wear
even tho you have no one to wear it for
see santa claus is myth
so why don’t we make up a new song
cuz every year people sing his name on and on
he’s most popular fictitious mystery
that gives love in the name of something that's obvious
but kids santa robs and steals the rich
he’s been known to fly the coop, he’s really sick
that suit was issued from an elfland jail
santa’s so fat cuz he’s was pimping other inmates meals
he’s the ghetto commissary
the commissioner of a an empire that runs all over
he’s greedy eating while the rest of his crew starves
ruthless, he beat up a couple of elves and popped his man rudolph
said that his red nose was blipping morse code
about some conspiracy theory he was supposed to know
paranoid and high (like you didn’t know with all that laughter)
he’s got the munchies while doin a drive by (lord what a disaster)
he’s to blame for the death of tupac
apparently pac said he was a fat transvestite on crack
he off'd biggie, cuz the notorious B.I.G. wouldn’t share his french fries from mickey d’s
kids now you see
santa ain’t all sweet like those candy canes, he’s ain’t what he appears to be
he don’t have presents in the sleigh
he loading AKA’s
trading the merchandise wit 50 and saddam hussain
flying across the boarder he’s a money hoarder
and its really angel dust that makes his reindeer fly
his parcells are packed with bricks to get all the kids in the ghetto high
on a midnight run he’s selling heroin in sweden
and buys pills from the man in amsterdam
all those bowed presents in the bags with are full of blow
the man ain’t right ya know
so stop and see the light
he’s just another red faced fuck head pimpin out at night
yea he’s the one who stole ya mama’s jewels
while he’s heavy laying on the booze
he’s red cuz he got rosacia and kids he really does love ya
he was the first one to molest mike jacko yo....(psyche)
he couldn’t get into mj’s special room without the an alarm system goin boomboomboom
he’s wacko, the myth the man the legend
congratulate him like he’s eminem
cuz there’s millions of him everywhere in every store
and u know u wanna hate him
so kids when santa comes to your town
hide all your possesions
hide all of your drugs
sleep tight and make sure you load that gun
cuz the man will take your soul and run
better yet kidnap you and kill you or keep you as his elfin whore
santa claus is coming to town
to ho ho ho them boys and girls

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
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cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat