HOOK
I am Santa!
Santa Bibby!
Santa Bibby!
That’s who I be!
I am Santa!
Santa Bibby!
Who do I be?
Santa Bibby!

He brings gifts, talks shit, and doesn’t care, what you think, not a blink, what a stinkin’ dink
Get the chance? Have a chat, this and that, diplomat, no attack, unless, for it is what you ask
But, he don’t want to, I’m nice, wait, fuck! I meant that he’s nice, I’m sayin’ he’s a person multiplied thrice —
His pole is pointed north cuz he’s got at least nine wives
One life — might as well live it like all gold’s mine
Cuz I’m a gold mine, I have been like, the whole time
Too late to the wagon so all you’re getting is some coal, byе!
Wait, just a second, no, the whole timе, a snow ride might be the only thing to keep me happy long time
A couple hoes for naughty pole time
My bells been jinglin’ since I sighted in with both eyes
I can’t deny the tingly feeling between both thighs
So, every night I slide inside until I’m tired and my bone dies
And when it dies, I’m dead, but not up in the head, I’m simply stating that it’s time to go to bed
Even the best need to reset, don’t forget, just cuz I’m Santa, that don’t mean all requests receive a “yes”, k?

HOOK
It’s Santa Bibby, comin’ down your chimney
Don’t matter the city, guarantee you’ll see me
Visibly clearly, loud enough to hear me
Get it out and feel me, speaking can be healing
It’s a gift most don’t got, that’s why I talk a lot
When I gotta slow it down, I’m smokin’ pot
Straight chillin’ ‘till I plop, and once I wake up, back to work so I remain up at the top