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twiztid - a very twiztid christmas lyrics

(featuring blaze, big stank & lil poot)

alright, so let me get this right, you say it’s a motherf-cker who come to your house…
to your m-th- f-cking house
and he don’t be trying to rob you?
naw h-ll no, that’s santa dawg, you ain’t ever heard of santa?
nuh uh
santa claus, saint nick?
nah
kris kringle?
man nah!
you ain’t ever heard of kris kringle?
man h-ll nah!
look (what?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain’t got no
chimney, so he just come in tha back door, he may have to kick it in though, depending
on what hood he in, cause some people be bolting they sh-t
who?
you know like kwee-kwee and them down there on west 7 mile, you know be slingin’ the herb
fool, i know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some doors?
santa, santa claus!… ho ho ho everybody’s jolly
oh, you mean the motherf-cker who be ringing the bell down in front of churches’ chicken
something like him, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it’s like a religious thing
or something
man, you acting like a sucker believing in that fishtishish bullsh-t!
man, i don’t even like fish! so, look!
what?
he’s looking at his list
right
he’s checking it twice
right, right
and he gonna know who’s naughty or nice
man, h-ll nah, so what you saying, this motherf-cker work for the fbi? he got a list,
what kind of list?
i mean, it’s kinda like that, it ain’t really a list like that, i mean it’s christmas list,
you know gifts and stuff… remember when you was wanting that sp-ce invaders
for the 5200 back in ’86? (yea), and didn’t n-body got it for you? (uh huh), cause you
wasn’t right, santa was like f-ck that, i ain’t bringing him sh-t, i’mah gonna bring my
homie lil poot erythang.
well f-ck santa, and f-ck you
man f-ck you man, you don’t be dissing no santa claus, dawg
man i don’t be believing in that sh-t, that sh-t ain’t even real, man you acting like a
little sucker believing in some old santa claus sh-t
man, santa for life fool
-does anybody wanna rock-n-roll man
-oh come all ye faithful joyful and triumph. oh come ye oh come y’all to bethlehum
-have you been a good boy this year? if not i’m gonna split your f-cking head!”
with so much drama in the d-e-t
it’s kinda hard putting trimin’s on my christmas tree
but, i some how, some way
keep coming up with fresh -ss tinsel just a drizzle on the way
may i, wrap another gift, so that i, can sneak up in your house in the bedroom
everybody tripping, roasting chestnuts, waiting on santa to come
i got blaze in the living room drinking egg-nog
jamie’s in the kitchen and he pulling the bomb
i got little eric koder dressed up like a elf
and, all he keep saying is “go f-ck yourself”
so, turn off the lights and close the doors
man for what? santa claus hoe
and, we gonna blow ounce with him
g’s up, hoes down, i got santa claus high as sh-t
chorus:
sitting by the tree sipping egg-nog.
waiting on christmas gifts… egg-nog.
with my mind on my presents
and my presents on my mind
sitting by the tree sipping egg-nog
waiting on christmas gifts… egg-nog
with my mind on my presents
and my presents on my mind
mixing egg-nog and gin
everybody got their cups but they ain’t chipped in
well i called up blaze told him, cope a dime
he said him and anybody coming through at nine
see everything is fine, cause i’m feeling all christm-ssy
and i’m standing right next to the christmas tree
seeing the blinking lights made me sick
but i always decorate every year for saint nick
so, there ain’t no chance he gonna p-ss me up
got some cocoa in a cup and some hydro in a blunt
that i am gonna smoke with santa claus
get him all sh-t-faced till the break of dawn
and, watch him fly off in the night
hey thanks for the presents, i hope you make it home alright
before he left he said “hey, listen bro”
“your the first stop i made, i gotta billion more to go”.
-chorus-
later on christmas day
my homie violent j
came through with a gift for me
and a dope -ss fruit cake “aight dawg”,
with a phat -ss joint with the blue cots
that make ya choke, with some bud, ain’t no joke
had to take a step back, sit my egg-nog down, knocking rum and cot
i’m f-cked up now, but ain’t no body clap, the presents are wrapped
sh-ggy’s style through with a 40 in a sac “roll it up”
smoke with santa, break with the elves
they supposed to stop by at a half past twelve
-chorus-
sh-t if i would of known we was getting sh-t for free
i’d ‘ave pulled my d-ck out!

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