Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
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 nothin' but rust, dust.
Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin' payed
Leadin' the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin'
Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat b**ch

[Chorus]
Santa Claus is a fat b**ch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat b**ch)
Another year and I ain't get sh*t
(Another year I ain't get sh*t)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Oh my undertaker)
I'm a bust your a** in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got somethin' to say about St. Nick
F**k that hoe he never brought jack sh*t
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, 'cause there ain't nothin' in the cupboards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
All's I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I didn't get sh*t
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santa's a fat b**ch

[Chorus]

"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf that's the ghetto.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
(Background:) Slaybells 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 Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh 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 a**, eh
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
Countin the toys and duckets they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog sh*t
I'm a kill that fat b**ch

[Chorus]

For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack
Not a creature sturrin' but a f**kin' rat
I ain't hearin' jingle bells I ain't hearin' nothin'
Ain't smellin' no turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffin'
All that I payed, wished and prayed
That fat motherf**ker 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 sh*t, house
There be no sign of the fat b**ch

[Chorus: x2]

"He's got a fuzzy white 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,
Here comes Santa Claus again."