ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Santa's A Fat Bitch lyrics

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Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

horses, horses, horses, horses

Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

(gunshot)

Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell

ringing bells at the malls Dancer Prancer Nixon and Cupid

I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha,

eh I sat around all night under the chimney

Holdin my sack like gimme gimme

I know that he's commin he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.

Turn on my TV the very next day

I see your gettin paid leaden the parade

I'm that sniper on the buildin

Listen to my nine go click,

Santa's a fat bitch

(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Another year and I aint get shit

Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof

Ohh my undertaker I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got somethin to say about St. Nick

Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, j

just a lump of coal,

So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cupboard

So I'll be quick, quick and brief

All I need for Christmas is my two front teeth

I got mine kicked, kicked out my mouth

I need a few new ones could you help me out

Should of known I'd get the short end of the stick

No kinda gift, I didn't get shit. Some say

I was bad, but that wasn't it. It's all because,

(2x) Santa's a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe

Another year and I ain't got shit

Another year I ain't get shit If I hear him land on my roof

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth "Oh-ho-ho don't go that way

Rudolf that's the ghetto ho-ho those

boys and girls don't deserve anything"

(in Background: Slay bells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses, horses,

horses, horses) Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where you been?

I see you got cookies and milk on your chin

I guess you had time to collect your ends

You always been down for your rich friend

But Rudolf, he don't bring his slay my way

Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J

I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft

You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh

All the little rich boys they gettin paid

Countin the toys and rockets they made. Me?

I got a little half little chunk of dog shit

I'm a kill that fat bitch, Santa Claus is a fat bitch

He ate too much

McDonalds Another year and I aint get shit

Mrs. Claus is a ho If I hear him land on my roof

Slice that bitch in the big red coat

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the neighborhood

Christmas and everything's whack

Not a creature stirring but a fuckin rat

I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin

Aint smellin no turkey sure as hell aint no stuffin

All that I paid Wished and prayed

That fat mutha fucka would swing my way

Drop off soldiers and rubber balls But

I woke up and found some crusty old drawers

Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again,and again

Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house there be no sign of the fat bitch

(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(2x) Another year and I aint get shit

Another year I aint get shit

If I hear him land on my roof If I hear him land on my roof

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

Another year and I aint get shit I aint ge-et shi-it

If I hear him land on my roof Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

(record scratching)

"He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile,

a bright red hat you can see for a mile,

a bag full of goodies and a great big grin,

hear comes Santa Claus again."