(Is it snowing outside yet?)
No presents on Christmas day
Santa ain't even on his way
'Cause I jacked his sleigh
Pretty sure he passed away
Haven't fed him since May
Now it's me his elves obey
No presents under the tree
None for you to see
I ain't gon' set Santa free
No gifts to fill you with glee
No need to call for a search
Only way he's leaving is in a hearse
Now he's blessed with a curse
I stole Mrs Claus' purse
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
It's Barack on the mic and we're bringing it back (back)
Rudolph misbehaving so we put him in a pack (pack)
December 24th, hand that shit out to all the kids (kids)
Now they misbehaving 'cause they treat it like a snack (snack)
Treat it like a rack (rack)
Throw that shit away ('way)
Don't be snorting crack unless you come into my sleigh (sleigh)
I don't show up in the day, I only come at night
I only come when you're sleeping, that don't make it right (pause)
But that don't matter 'cause I'm black Santa and now I'm popping off
But that don't matter 'cause I carry a dagger and now I'm showing off
I'm not a famous rapper
But I don't need a ladder for the chimney
Killed an elf 'cause he was lazy
Now all the elves are in me (what?)
This is number three (three)
That number is key (key)
We just want a white Christmas, as white as one can see (see)
I've got two sacks full of crack, I'll tell you where the rest is (where?)
Well three is the key 'cause the third is in between my legs bitch
The elves are like an itch that you can't reach because they piss me off
Sometimes I shove them in the fridge
They come out with a dusty cough
Mrs Claus just turns me off
She's eighty two with fifty kids
Fifty grown men smoking tobacco with Rudolph in the mix
Carry a six have you seen Santa carry a nine?
I'm the world's biggest gang 'cause this shit is all mine
F*ck Mrs Claus, I'm so fine (f*ck her)
Golden hour in the day
Say that shit again
F*ck you bitch, I know where you stay (ho ho ho)
Hear that ho ho ho?
That's just Mrs Claus bro
She invited me to Christmas dinner
And I stuck my dick right in her
Prancer, Dancer are my drillas
F*ck with us, we turn to killers
That elf kinda cute so bend her over and I'm 'bout to fill her
Fill her with that Christmas joy
Mr Claus is a femboy
He gets pegged, that's not a ploy
But he's always keen like Roy
Fill her with that Christmas joy
F*ck with girls that turn to boys
Dick too small, she can't enjoy
She had to whip out her toy
Get that on her Christmas list
Looking for your dick, she missed
Santa couldn't touch your kids
Now he's getting really pissed
On Mrs Claus' cheek, I kissed
Now we got plus fifty kids
When Rudolph is naughty, I spread his cheeks and up goes my fist
That's a mad plot twist
I don't really give a shit
Mrs Claus be sucking dick
Mr Claus is throwing fits (okay)
Santa's getting angry
Turning red just like my piss
Back at it again
He's touching all the f*cking kids
Living with no salary
Santa's paying them in tips
He wants child slavery
He's making all them bids
Shooting up these elves
Shooting them like this (like this)
Shooting up these elves
Roll 'em up like Swiss
Giving out all these gifts
Final one like make-a-wish
Spreading legs, it's just for clicks
Mrs Claus smells of fish
(Gimme me f*ckin' chips)
That's a chef's special dish
Get some ready salted crisps
And some extra tasty dips
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
Yeah, I stole Santa's ride
That killed all of my man's pride
Now he don't wanna let that slide
One v one on Fortnite, yeah, we gotta glide
After a few seconds, he'd already died
One v one on Minecraft, trident with riptide
Got him feeling scrambled, not fried
One v one on FIFA, he's always offside
These simple rules, he can't abide
So all his goals got denied
After all that loss, Santa cried
I hadn't even tried
Not much had to be applied
But his tears still haven't dried
Now it's time to say goodbye
In a London state of mind
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English
(Is it snowing outside yet?)
No presents on Christmas day
Santa ain't even on his way
'Cause I jacked his sleigh
Pretty sure he passed away
Haven't fed him since May
Now it's me his elves obey
No presents under the tree
None for you to see
I ain't gon' set Santa free
No gifts to fill you with glee
No need to call for a search
Only way he's leaving is in a hearse
Now he's blessed with a curse
I stole Mrs Claus' purse
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
It's Barack on the mic and we're bringing it back (back)
Rudolph misbehaving so we put him in a pack (pack)
December 24th, hand that shit out to all the kids (kids)
Now they misbehaving 'cause they treat it like a snack (snack)
Treat it like a rack (rack)
Throw that shit away ('way)
Don't be snorting crack unless you come into my sleigh (sleigh)
I don't show up in the day, I only come at night
I only come when you're sleeping, that don't make it right (pause)
But that don't matter 'cause I'm black Santa and now I'm popping off
But that don't matter 'cause I carry a dagger and now I'm showing off
I'm not a famous rapper
But I don't need a ladder for the chimney
Killed an elf 'cause he was lazy
Now all the elves are in me (what?)
This is number three (three)
That number is key (key)
We just want a white Christmas, as white as one can see (see)
I've got two sacks full of crack, I'll tell you where the rest is (where?)
Well three is the key 'cause the third is in between my legs bitch
The elves are like an itch that you can't reach because they piss me off
Sometimes I shove them in the fridge
They come out with a dusty cough
Mrs Claus just turns me off
She's eighty two with fifty kids
Fifty grown men smoking tobacco with Rudolph in the mix
Carry a six have you seen Santa carry a nine?
I'm the world's biggest gang 'cause this shit is all mine
F*ck Mrs Claus, I'm so fine (f*ck her)
Golden hour in the day
Say that shit again
F*ck you bitch, I know where you stay (ho ho ho)
Hear that ho ho ho?
That's just Mrs Claus bro
She invited me to Christmas dinner
And I stuck my dick right in her
Prancer, Dancer are my drillas
F*ck with us, we turn to killers
That elf kinda cute so bend her over and I'm 'bout to fill her
Fill her with that Christmas joy
Mr Claus is a femboy
He gets pegged, that's not a ploy
But he's always keen like Roy
Fill her with that Christmas joy
F*ck with girls that turn to boys
Dick too small, she can't enjoy
She had to whip out her toy
Get that on her Christmas list
Looking for your dick, she missed
Santa couldn't touch your kids
Now he's getting really pissed
On Mrs Claus' cheek, I kissed
Now we got plus fifty kids
When Rudolph is naughty, I spread his cheeks and up goes my fist
That's a mad plot twist
I don't really give a shit
Mrs Claus be sucking dick
Mr Claus is throwing fits (okay)
Santa's getting angry
Turning red just like my piss
Back at it again
He's touching all the f*cking kids
Living with no salary
Santa's paying them in tips
He wants child slavery
He's making all them bids
Shooting up these elves
Shooting them like this (like this)
Shooting up these elves
Roll 'em up like Swiss
Giving out all these gifts
Final one like make-a-wish
Spreading legs, it's just for clicks
Mrs Claus smells of fish
(Gimme me f*ckin' chips)
That's a chef's special dish
Get some ready salted crisps
And some extra tasty dips
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
Yeah, I stole Santa's ride
That killed all of my man's pride
Now he don't wanna let that slide
One v one on Fortnite, yeah, we gotta glide
After a few seconds, he'd already died
One v one on Minecraft, trident with riptide
Got him feeling scrambled, not fried
One v one on FIFA, he's always offside
These simple rules, he can't abide
So all his goals got denied
After all that loss, Santa cried
I hadn't even tried
Not much had to be applied
But his tears still haven't dried
Now it's time to say goodbye
In a London state of mind
No presents on Christmas day
Santa ain't even on his way
'Cause I jacked his sleigh
Pretty sure he passed away
Haven't fed him since May
Now it's me his elves obey
No presents under the tree
None for you to see
I ain't gon' set Santa free
No gifts to fill you with glee
No need to call for a search
Only way he's leaving is in a hearse
Now he's blessed with a curse
I stole Mrs Claus' purse
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
It's Barack on the mic and we're bringing it back (back)
Rudolph misbehaving so we put him in a pack (pack)
December 24th, hand that shit out to all the kids (kids)
Now they misbehaving 'cause they treat it like a snack (snack)
Treat it like a rack (rack)
Throw that shit away ('way)
Don't be snorting crack unless you come into my sleigh (sleigh)
I don't show up in the day, I only come at night
I only come when you're sleeping, that don't make it right (pause)
But that don't matter 'cause I'm black Santa and now I'm popping off
But that don't matter 'cause I carry a dagger and now I'm showing off
I'm not a famous rapper
But I don't need a ladder for the chimney
Killed an elf 'cause he was lazy
Now all the elves are in me (what?)
This is number three (three)
That number is key (key)
We just want a white Christmas, as white as one can see (see)
I've got two sacks full of crack, I'll tell you where the rest is (where?)
Well three is the key 'cause the third is in between my legs bitch
The elves are like an itch that you can't reach because they piss me off
Sometimes I shove them in the fridge
They come out with a dusty cough
Mrs Claus just turns me off
She's eighty two with fifty kids
Fifty grown men smoking tobacco with Rudolph in the mix
Carry a six have you seen Santa carry a nine?
I'm the world's biggest gang 'cause this shit is all mine
F*ck Mrs Claus, I'm so fine (f*ck her)
Golden hour in the day
Say that shit again
F*ck you bitch, I know where you stay (ho ho ho)
Hear that ho ho ho?
That's just Mrs Claus bro
She invited me to Christmas dinner
And I stuck my dick right in her
Prancer, Dancer are my drillas
F*ck with us, we turn to killers
That elf kinda cute so bend her over and I'm 'bout to fill her
Fill her with that Christmas joy
Mr Claus is a femboy
He gets pegged, that's not a ploy
But he's always keen like Roy
Fill her with that Christmas joy
F*ck with girls that turn to boys
Dick too small, she can't enjoy
She had to whip out her toy
Get that on her Christmas list
Looking for your dick, she missed
Santa couldn't touch your kids
Now he's getting really pissed
On Mrs Claus' cheek, I kissed
Now we got plus fifty kids
When Rudolph is naughty, I spread his cheeks and up goes my fist
That's a mad plot twist
I don't really give a shit
Mrs Claus be sucking dick
Mr Claus is throwing fits (okay)
Santa's getting angry
Turning red just like my piss
Back at it again
He's touching all the f*cking kids
Living with no salary
Santa's paying them in tips
He wants child slavery
He's making all them bids
Shooting up these elves
Shooting them like this (like this)
Shooting up these elves
Roll 'em up like Swiss
Giving out all these gifts
Final one like make-a-wish
Spreading legs, it's just for clicks
Mrs Claus smells of fish
(Gimme me f*ckin' chips)
That's a chef's special dish
Get some ready salted crisps
And some extra tasty dips
It's Christmas time
Hear the jingle bells chime
Yeah, I reused those lines
I recycled those rhymes
Not a lyrical Einstein
This song won't make a dime
Rudolph's nose gonna shine
No tingles down your spine
This song is just fine
I'm here to slay and I ain't talking Santa
This whole song is just a bit of banter
Yeah, I stole Santa's ride
That killed all of my man's pride
Now he don't wanna let that slide
One v one on Fortnite, yeah, we gotta glide
After a few seconds, he'd already died
One v one on Minecraft, trident with riptide
Got him feeling scrambled, not fried
One v one on FIFA, he's always offside
These simple rules, he can't abide
So all his goals got denied
After all that loss, Santa cried
I hadn't even tried
Not much had to be applied
But his tears still haven't dried
Now it's time to say goodbye
In a London state of mind
Writer: Cuzz Y, TXYLXR, Taylor Bryan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid