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On Christmas Day Saint Nick won't be the only one who comes
I got a Fleshlight
A Fleshlight
Thanks Santa Claus you rock
Some people try on socks I stick this

I'll be okay

Be sure to leave me milk and cookies
Chocolate chip, I like em' that way"
Think I see Rudolph pulling halfway
He's upfront to guide Santa's

to face me
You'll be face to face with your own face
Hands for everybody
Ya afterlife is your new place
I'll park a pussy at the park
You niggas all cunts

dancing with the devil
Fuck that nigga Santa too
You know he a bitch
Everyone gave him milk and cookies
I ain't give him shit
He ain't come to my house,

that shit too

Why on December 26th
Everybody be mad
Cause they done over spent
And went and fucked up they bag
Trying to get them kids a Christmas
That

judge moments like these
Cause in these streets your digestion don't slide easy with beef
So santa ain't comin' to bless you when I be gettin' back
Cause

, me
House smell like cinnamon and pine trees
Catch me in my jammies
Don't mind me
Curled up by the fires where you find me
Cruise around the block
Let's

under mistletoe
Old head, these kids do not like you, you be gifting clothes
I'm singing carols nigga you can't even whistle those
That's how ya bitch

a Christmas miracle

Get over here Santa
Yeah come here big boy
Fuck you Santa
Yeah

Be back next year bitch

Maybe Santa will hear me, diss me, prancer pissed on my letter
I remember all the days that you and me would be together
We could reign a storm
Don't

2 am Christmas eve
The night's winding down

New year, clean slate
Coming around

Did my best to be good
Hope I made the cut

There's one thing I

and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll

instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get

Dipset X-mas Time

Jim Jones

A Dipset Christmas

2006

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's

this is what Christmas time is for

I'm clearing out my toy box
'Cause I know that there's gonna be
No boring books or new socks
Just a mountain of toys

by the phone
Waiting for her call
One short ring and I'll be gone
To get my baby doll
We're gonna rock around the clock
Down at the Legion hall i can't

we finally kiss goodnight
Oh how I hate going out in the storm
But Baby if you hold me tight
All the way home, I'll be warm

It doesn't show signs

will they get their Christmas presents? We've got a million brand new toys"
"I hadn't thought of that," said Santa, "do you think it would be unkind?
But

man
Stricken down with rage
Hey, santa
Hey, Santa
Your a dirty worthless rat
Hey, Santa
Hey, Santa
I hope you don't come back
Cause if you do
I'll come

without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't

one like me
So you know what
I dedicate this one out to Santa
Dear Santa
Here's my letter to you
Christmas time
It's time to go go go
Can't be sitting

Everybody wants to be good at Christmas

I'm on my way
Naughty children be afraid
One at a time
I'll take you all away
(Na-na-na-na-na-na)

you forgot
It's Christmas only Santa in my chimney
He want all this smoke
It's cold outside, wear me as a coat
Saint Nicholas, let's get ridiculous
Come

New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
And oh, I think that you miss this
You use to be my misses