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​Santa's A Fat Bitch

This song is by Insane Clown Posse and appears on the album Forgotten Freshness Volumes 1 & 2 (1998).

Santa clause, sucked my balls
Drunk as hell, ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Nixon, Cupid
I'm gonna get stupied
Ha Ha Ha YEA
I sat around all night, under the chimmney
Holding my sack, like gimmie gimmie
I know that's hes commin, commin, he must
Lookin' up but nothing, rust, dust
Turn on my TV the very next day
I see your gettin' paid, leadin the parade
I'm that sniper on the building
Listen to my 9 go click
Santa's a fat bitch

Santa clause is a fat bitch
Another year I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm gonna bust his ass into 2

Yeah I got somethin' to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe, he never brought jack shit
No toys or candy canes, just a lump of coal
So I eat it 'cause there ain't nothin' in the cupboard
So I'll be quick, quick and bref
All I need for christmas is my 2 front teeth
I got my kicked, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones
Could you help me out?
Should of known id get the short end of the stick
No kind of gift, I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad, but that wasent it
It's all because santa clause is a fat bitch

Santa clause is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm gonna bust his ass into 2

Ho ho ho, don't go that way rudolf
That's the ghetto
Those boys and girls, they don't derserve anything

Santa Clause, Santa Clause
Where you been
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect you ends
You always been down for your rich freinds
But rudolf, he don't bring the slay my way
Nothin' but coal and dirt for little jay
I guess you couldn't fit down the chimney shaft
You need to lose some of that fat ass
All the little rich boys, they get paid
Counting them toys and duckets they made
Me, I got a little half trunk of dog shit
I'm gonna kill that fat bitch

Santa Clause is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm gonna bust his ass into 2

It was the night before christmas
And everythings white
Not a creature sturring
But a fucken rat
I ain't hearing jingle bells, I ain't hearin nothin'
I ain't smelling no turkey, especially no stuffin
Oh I'm afraid, wished and prayed
This fat mother fucker would swing my way
And drop us sodas and rubber balls
But when I woke up I found my crusty old drawes
Yup Yup I knew it, it happened again, and again again
Every year I wake up to this same ol shit
House empty no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Clause is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm gonna bust his ass into 2
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