FiLTHMAS 2

[Verse One] Outta all the places to rob you chose the worst spot You just walked in to Santa's little workshop You're lucky you don't go home with a burnt cock Spilling hot cocoa all over your shirt top Oh you think your tough wit' your fuckin' bandanna? Well say hello to bad Santa with his hand camera I got you nigga's on tape where's your damn manners? It's ironic cause i just got a damn hammer But I ain't finna blast wit' it, I'm that twisted I'll make cookies outta your ass, black Christmas Get hung out the dryer with the catfishes with ya cap missing yeah you fell into a trap bitches Last year, I broke into a kids house Stole his shit, broke his GameCube and dipped out Got the local news calling me the Grinch now When they know I'm still on the loose shutting shit down [Interlude - Extract from Eartha Kitt, Santa Baby] Santa baby A 54 convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby So hurry down the chimney tonight [Verse Two] I'm a real sick fuck this is not a phase I like to kill a lot of gays on the holidays And you two look like a couple of fudge packers Well guess what mother fucker I'm the nut cracker Keep resistin' and get ya shit crushed faster Ya fuckin' balls will just turn into dust after Whoever comes through my doorway I'm torturin' Taking out organs for decorations and ornaments Get ya body wrapped in a fuckin' tourniquet I'm takin' flock off a tree and I'm snorting it I'm 'bout to open some presents be prepared to witness Aww shit, a new furry hat from Jarren Benton A new knife from my boy King Mickey's dad And a brand new chainsaw from Vinnie Paz And that nigga didn't even have to give me gas I'm finna cut a couple chunks out ya skinny ass [Outro] Santa baby So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry, Tonight