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babbleon – a babbleon christmas (prod. jewbei)

(neruz)
ba.bb.leon

it’s christmas, about a quarter to three
buzzing off the egg nog, in and outta sleep
pressure on my bladder makes it known i gotta pee
so i summon up the strength and slide up to my feet
sprinkling the floor, can’t stand no more
so i sit atop the porcelain and read an issue of the forbes
but i had to pinch it off cuz there rose such a clatter
from the m-th-f-ckin roof, gotta see what’s the matter
so i stagger, putting on my coat
loosen up the purple bag with the velvet rope
used to hold crown, now it keeps a couple rounds
pushing in the clip, then i wrap my hand around
the handle of the door, and i slowly twist
creep around the corner lookin’ up through the mist
yo, there’s a dude on top of my house
so i shoot’m out of the sky and drive him to the ground
slowly approach, incase he ain’t dead
thinking what kind of burgular dresses in red
rolled him around, just stood there and paused
sh-t , i think i just k!lled santaclause

it’s a babbleon christmas, so gather round (x4)
blac-shamm & fab flows and we comin’ to your town
(x2)

(fab flows)

christmas eve, about five to twelve
a knock on the door it’s santaclause?
i wondered by myself am i really that stoned?
but it looked like neruz in santa’s beard and coat
what’s goin’ on bro? is what i asked him
he said “i’m santa clause” i said “whatever”
santa, don’t make me laugh
and quit with the act sun, u ain’t tim allen
and your in belgium, wait how did u get in?
don’t tell me you came in sleigh with a reindeer
replied with “nah man, i pimped up that sh-t
and got room in the back for some chicks sucking d-ck yo”
this is the christmas we get into bussiness
where we deliver gifts just like it’s lyrics
where we smoke threes to get in the spirit
a babbleon christmas, u gotta get on this sh-t!

(neruz)
ladies & gentlemen, we’d like to thank our band (jewbei)
for driving out here in this winter cold

(hook)

(neruz)
if i’mma play santa i’mma do it my way
in a flying ford coupe, man f-ck a sleigh
everybody’s getting hoes in they stockings tonight
me and shocks knocking back brew, mid flight
and don’t you worry about no d.u.i
cuz the spence is in the place, designated to drive
we keeping it live, all around the globe
from the mitten to belgium, and tokyo to rome
i ditched them old threads, that the big man left
for a lidstrom jersey with a winged wheel crest
i’ve gotta channel st. nick, with every stride that i take
defending the innocence of the holiday
so i thought, what a great way to spend the day yo
giving out gifts, like coney dogs and faygo
reppin’ the phish with every present to kids
babbleon’s the gift that keeps giving em fits

(hook)

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