[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 n***a'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 n***a 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