33 of Them - Santa's Ginormous Sack (feat. Playboi Billy) Lyrics

Ho, ho, ho
Merry Christmas
What can I get for you kids this year?
(I want a firetruck)
(I want a baseball)
Ay, you got a cool pack of Modelo's, ey?
(Saltine made this one)
Known to every lady as St. Nicholas (uh)
Cause the sack that I be packing is the biggest bitch (uh)
Ho, you wanna roll then treat my nuts just like the mistletoe
And when you under it you gotta kiss my asshole (what?)
I swear to God, bitch, don't give me socks
Unless you wanna get bashed in the head with a coal rock
Man, if I was Santa, I would chill and just smoke pot
And find the baddest chick on any given block
Watch em while they get undressed while stroking on this holly jolly cock
Like what (Jingle Balls)
Like what
Back to the sleigh, hurry back to the North Pole
I need to break this dick off, in Mrs. Claus' knitting hole
I've asked Santa a million times for a Glock (uh)
But I'm not gonna lie, I kinda want his, uh, sock
I mean my sock, stuffed with his sack
A sack full of presents gave my bitch a fat rack
I done lost it all about a hundred times
Ask God if he can give me a sign
Then big ol' fat Santa, happy as can be
He better be, I made his favorite cookies (chocolate chip)
Jingle bells, Jingle Balls
I brought the reindeer some carrots
I don't like the smell, yeah, yeah
That's why I don't f*ck with ferrets
Them stinky ass, little ass, big ass rat motherf*ckers
I f*cked around too many times so now I wear a rubber (ew)
Like a whale this year I might've put on some blubber
These type of songs you never know what I'll utter
I put my camera feed on the TV
Now I'm watching repeats
Of Santa climbing down the chimney
And he's giving Jimmy his jimmy
Pop my cherry like I'm popping Percocets
Santa baby come over and give a little flex
I'm into Santa
Santa
Santa
SANTA
Stocking stuffer, turkey lover
Christmas gets me riled up (gets me riled up)
I shoot the ops in the back
Then I show 'em my crack
There's no better way of running away
Yeah, yeah
Christmas tree, Christmas tree
Christmas tree, Christmas tree
Christmas beat, Christmas beat (FUCK)
Christmas beat, Christmas beat (okay)
What do I want for Christmas this year
I want my baby under the tree
Wrapped up with a little nice bow tie
Then we get to banging feet
Uh, yeah
(I'm tired of this Santa Claus shit
You think I like doing this?
Dressed up in this suit
Huh? Think I'm proud of myself
I'm unemployed, I don't have a job
But these kids gotta come sit on my lap and ask for stuff
You know what I got when I was young
My ass kicked)
Santa wanna come and see me
But the bodies are filling up the chimney
His fat ass can't get in
Without pushing down the bodies
Gushing gore inside the home
Then I'll know he's real
Speak out, break the seal
Get his fat ass up front
Cause of all of his stocking
Don't care about the stocking
I'm locking my door
To keep a perp out
He watches me when I got my dick out
And when I'm dreaming
Sick motherf*cker
Watches me while I'm sleeping
So I'm striking back
Gonna rip that f*cker's sack
Beat him till he's jolly black and blue
And what I'm gonna do
Is give him a gift of crying
You thought China was spying
While this red f*cker is eyeing
Your every move
Staring at your North Pole
The price of coal
But I'm gonna be this bitch's stocking stuffer
Gonna be that bitch's stocking ooh
(Stocking stuffer
Stocking stuffer
I love Santa's big sack
I love his big sack
Yeah yeah yeah)