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the bible boys – santa clause is cumming to town كلمات اغاني

[hook: santa]
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!

_ho_ho_ho!_

[verse 1: captain zoy]
i don’t play fair
grab a f_cker by his beard hair
red nose for rudolph, turn that sled into a wheelchair
my north pole, your wife’s holes, your sweatshop, i’ve been there
just ’cause they tiny don’t mean they don’t get paid fair
wifey got a dump truck, she built like a tonka
you built like mcdonalds raw_dogged w_lly wonka
gonna eat the rich, you corporate con
put the christ back in christmas in his sh_tty little barn
i called aoc, and god d_mn is she p_ssed
when she strangles bezos, you’re next on the list
remember santa: when you’re sliding down my chimnеy
watch out for the guillotine that i’m bringing with me
[verse 2: yung p_ss]
god won’t forgivе me when i come break your knees
santa craves s_x and violence like a reindeer in heat
ice in my veins, i’m badder than that f_cker jack frost
i’m a cold blooded k!ller, put j_christ on the cross
_crackhead screams_
call me uncle ted, i’m sending bombs to your house
i’ma f_ck mitch mcconnell in mrs. clause’s blouse
you’ve been naughty; you half pint f_ck, you need some discipline
make sure to bite the pillow when i stick my candy cane in
you can be my tiny tim; i’ll put you in crutches
head i get is royal; only get it from a d_ch_ss
sacrifice your first_borns; put that blood on the front door
i’ll f_ck you in the ass like daddy scrooge f_cks the poor
on donner, on blitzen i can cum on command
the elves poppin’ pills and l!ckin’ coke off my hand
all you lil’ snot nosed f_cks askin’ for sh_t on demand
i ain’t jeff bezos, your kids are f_ckin’ ugly, go die

[interlude: valbot]
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
ho_ho_ho. no, no, no
[verse 3: bill goose]
ya mama whips out her cookie to make santa cum
i put a batch in the oven, 9 months and it’s done, yeah
daddy’s black but baby came out whiter than the sun
so now h_rny little santa’s got a h_rny little son, ok
skip over the reagan’s house, now those b_tches hate me
every little mama in pajamas gets a baby
angry husbands bring the heat, but they can’t f_ckin’ slay me
buck shot, 30 ought, sh_t don’t even phase me
smokin’ pcp with rudolph, that dudes f_ckin’ crazy
red nose from all the coke like wall street in the 80’s
hit the floor, do some more, you know what i’m lookin’ for
some ho_ho_hoes for my candy cane to explore
dustin’ and kick down the door
drink a beer and smoke some more
on your baby mama like the ceiling made of mistletoe
my pee_pee like the grinch’s heart, just grow and grow and grow and grow
and grow and grow and grow and grow so suck it from your tippy_toes

[verse 4: mooga (violent)]
(yo pierre, you wanna come out here?)
_gun chambering _ imitated door creaking_
so i pop a couple xannys and i head out in the sleigh (yuh)
few blocks later, lil’ timmy gets in the way (oooo)
was so f_cked up, couldn’t hold onto the reins
a lil’ child, red crayola made out of his brains
he must’a been about seven or eight
but i couldn’t tell; half of his face was on the pave_ment (ugh)
his mama saw, and she wouldn’t take no pay_ment (ugh)
so i pulled out the glock, said “b_tch okay then” (ugh) _gunshots_
you get milk ‘n’ cookies? i get wet nookie (yah!)
when she get pregnant, i play nine months of hooky
got all these child support payments that i miss
if i don’t wanna see ‘em, they go on the naughty list
i got a fetish for stockings, now fill ‘em up for me (twenty_one!)
if i get a drug test, p_ss in a cup for me
pull out and cum on the tailbone (yah!)
make a b_tch violate an order to stay_at_home (oooo)
superspreadin’ covid, (yah) comin’ down your chimney (brrrrrt)
got my boys rudolph ‘n’ dasher wit’ me (gang gang)
gonna leave you with a tune you can hum (yeah)
then i’ll whip out my c_ck and i’ll stick it in your bum, yeah

[verse 5: hirachi diamonds]
merry christmas b_tch, f_ck your missus b_tch
i be sliding down her chimney blowin’ kisses b_tch
she be on my north pole now going south
and i listen to my jingle bells in her mouth
grabbin’ all that long white hair she got class
and it’s gonna be a white christmas on her ass
santa better learn your motherf_ckin’ lesson
in 9 months gonna find my f_cking present
and i know that i been kinda thotty
but you’ve been worried ‘bout the wrong ‘typa naughty
f_ck you santa

[verse 6: goblin boy]
you motherf_ckers act like it’s another tree to cop
but the suicide rates packing with a little bow on top
hit the ground real hard, know your spine’s bent to fold
the ones that completed it are getting kinda cold
but this time of year you are never getting hot
she on santa’s lap, call her ebenezer thot
she’s asked for a new look, under knife and in disgrace
but i knew her when she had a cinnamon b_tter face
b_tches be so jolly but they never give me thanks
so i smack it on the table like a rubber tom hanks
disappointed with your bushels, better know your f_cking place
the refund policy better break the gingerbread bank
pay it forward, make my snowglobes go outta stock
it was a race, end of the rope, back to the basic
launch myself off a building, call me saint nick
never been jingled jangled
you’ve just been a hole
look underneath your stocking, you just got left out coal

[verse 7: tetsuke]
_riser synth_
_crackhead coughing_
_crackhead screaming_
_vibrato crackhead howling_
(oh yeah!)
i f_ck milfs all night, gilfs if they’re all right
your mom’s gift this year? was sp_nk on her chest
four out of six positives on the std test
i’m off the xanny and the bottle; delivering a good nut
yeah, i bang your sl_t
only, in the p_ssy and the b_tt
(yeah)
i pop these quaaludes like it’s 1972
i would deliver to your grandma __ but she’s a jew
my bussy is sacred, i’ll pop your b_lls like crackers
your mama’s milk is snackers
you know i hate the poor
but, i k!lled margaret thatcher
(yeah)
(yeeah)
(yeeeah)
my cum tastes so good it tastes like rapture
my wife wants to leave, but i gotta trap her
even spoke about this with my local pastor
looks like i gotta blast her
he said “why didn’t you k!ll this bih faster?”
i said “i know where you sleep, don’t give me sh_t
i’ll raw dog your ass with nothing but spit.”
(yeah)
(bruh)

[hook: santa]
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!
ho ho ho_o, ho ho_o ho ho_o
ha!

_ho_ho_ho! merry christmas!_

- the bible boys

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