insane clown posse – santa killas lyrics
(sh-ggy 2 dope)
it’s the holiday season
candy canes, cookies sprinkle the town
everyone’s jolly, happy, and merry
the dead sing carols in the cemetary
i went up to the mall to meet a santa claus
why you wanna meet a santa claus??
just because
he’s a star and i wanna get his autograph
did you meet the fat b-st-rd??
you don’t know the half
so i waitin’ line with my pad and pen
i finally got up to the b-tch and he had a grin
he said he’s been watchin’ me and i’m a disgrace
so i reach for the nine and shot him in the spine
all the kiddies runnin’, screamin’ and cryin’
santa ain’t breathin’ i think that he’s dyin’
he’s tryin’ to move so i boot him in his grin
ha
b-tch should’ve known about the santa claus killa
(chorus 2x)
santa claus
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
the santa claus killaz
(mike e. clark)
i’m a santa claus killa
b-tch what the f-ck you know about
you know nothin
so f-ck turkey and stuffin
i drink a straight 40
f-ck that sh-tty egg nog
cause i’m a wicked clown straight up freak dog
i gets paid i’m pickin up the g sh-t
and santa claus ain’t never brought me sh-t
the fat slop doesn’t drink my milk
so don’t come around b-tch or get your cap peeled
i’m mike clark
i’m pimpin’ through clark park
in a 1981 skylark
and its dusted, dented and rusted
don’t look or get your lips busted
santa claus won’t bring me a bm
so i’mma choke that b-tch when i see him
mc, detroit big wheeler
but on christmas eve im a santa claus killa
(fink)
it’s christmas eve
another time to decieve
got another trick up my sleeve
he won’t leave
i just wait tick-tock-ticky
someone told me what the f-ck is saint nickie
nick, pr-ck north pole hick
b-tch -ss sap, what the f-ck is that?
sounds like rudolph and the whole clique
its time for some down with the clown g sh-t
i hear the fat b-tch in the chimney
spark up the matches
fire catches
and i burn that motherf-cker up
wha wha what the f-ck!
cooked his -ss with a crackling sound
watch as the ash comes juggling down
i smoke them bones and i get much illa
fink, the eastside g
the santa claus killa
(chorus 2x)
santa claus
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
the santa claus killaz
(violent j)
one last minute
i get’s deadly
sit back children
check the medley
its cold out, i could give a f-ck less
cause i’m waitin’ on a b-tch in a red dress
a fat b-tch with a big white beard
strapped with a big lead pipe i’m geared
i hear bells, jing-a-ling-jing-ling-ding-a-ling
that’s the sound, the dead man here
the dead man here when death is near
i take my pipe and say f-ck it
whip and lug it
straight to the nugget
out cold in a flash, a dash
then i pushed his -ss off the roof
and straight jacked the sleigh
the ghetto’s payday from the santa claus killa
(chorus 2x)
santa claus
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
i’m comin’
the santa claus killaz
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