HOOK
It’s me who killed your grandma
The reindeer song that’s always on? That’s my stamp, bruh
They ruled it COVID, feelin’ champ, said I’m innocent
And guess who’s next? Go shoot a text or call your grandpa
It’s me who killed your grandma
The reindeer song that’s always on? That’s my stamp, bruh
Y’all are like, “oh, my lanta!”
If you don’t know, now you know then, I’m the real Bad Santa

Y’all shouting “oh, my lanta!”
If you’re scared then I suggest that you take out your camera (snapshot)
This part is gonna be glamorous so capture while you’re running, better check your stamina — K
The Boogeyman is back but different holiday
It’s the one with all the snow, month of Diciembre
I should call your mom a hoe then put it in her A —
Hold up, why’s she suddenly falling in love with me?
That really wasn’t supposed to happen
‘twas inevitable though, this pretty boy’s rappin’
I make you laugh, on top of that, I’m just spattin’ all this spit and I don’t give a shit what you assume of it, bitch

HOOK

I’ll eat your cookies then I’ll eat your daughter’s cookie while Chanel West Coast is scissoring with Snooki
One lung is normal but the other’s full of nitrous, I’m a Wookie
It’d be informal sending death bets to my bookie
If you’re a pussy, then consider me a bully
But the more you bitch, the more I charge my vicious wrath of fury
Imagine how mad I’d be if born down in Missouri
Guaranteed by 13 I’d have been the subject of a jury
Care what these people think about me? I could never
I’m from the land you die if born without a sweater
It‘s fucking freezing, how depressing, I need better
But, Santa Bibbles, baby, I’ll be him forever
HOOK

The baddest Santa in the land, the man with self-inflicted brands
The brain you’ll never understand and that’s the plan, fam
The peanut brains will cry and bitch while high IQs will tune right in, it’s just a matter of time until their christening - jesus christ!