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comin' to town 

Little tin horns
And little toy drums
A rooty-toot-toot
And a rumpa-bum-bum
Santa Clause is comin' to town 

So, you better watch out
You

This year santa clause has been a little busy
He said he could be late, so don’t act crazy
The toy workshop just delayed the delivery
So wait for

At the completion of the Golden Gate
No, the angels did not celebrate
And when the Wright boys flew their bird
No angelic shouts were heard

There's

Delivered
Flourishing
Spectacle
Misled into delusion

The peddler of deception
With needle, gleaming 
Vowing the solution
A vision of completion
Its

The Serpent That Enslaves What Is Worshipped

Goatwhore

Funeral Dirge for the Rotting Sun

I am the snake redirected The left hand path paved with grace I am the lifeless that sheds It's skin Swallowing myself in completion of the total

Unveiling the clauses in masquerade
Accepting this shallow existence
I will prevail
Changing
Praxes that I’ve adhered to
I’m breaking
The chains that I was

Brady's throw completion rate
That's a bar, if you don't get it
But if you did
I have to explain for those who
Still give me no credit

Well, well, well

snacking on deer, EATIN' Blitzen and Donner
Not a question of when, not even a maybe
Have a drunk Mrs. Clause sayin' â#128##156#Jiggle it, Baby!â#128##157#

Scraph enthralled by desecration
Our bloodwar towards completion
Purgate all thought on divination
The knell tolls on forever
Lightless.... amid empyrean

The horns they crank that
Sound makes FR3TÖ frown
FR3TÖ F33T no more - - the FR3TÖ whore

Santa Clause and Mother Goose
The Cruel-Aid Man, The juice is loose

Like a COD sentry
Who am I to say no
Got me feeling like J. Cole
Born sinner 
Set of horns and a halo
It's hard to lay low 
Yo I was told to stand tall

frozen 
That the day of completion, Christ is a holster 
On the first, we eating the body like a vulture 
Or carrion, preparing men to cleanse
Like lather

my own corpse
Building up a sunlight
And recreate this force

The Mark - Away, I run
The Mark - Down the sun

Speeding up to completion
Fallen angels

(Oh, shit, you snappin', dawg)
Oh, you a lamb with hooves? I'm a G.O.A.T. with horns (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Me and Ded finna rip this shit up, like we

infamous
That's when I touch 'em up
Clasped my dignity, grabbed the loot, toot the horn
I'm hijackin' and in pursuit to clap back at 'em
Massacred,

snacking on deer, EATIN' Blitzen and Donor
Not a question of when, not even a maybe
Have a drunk Mrs. Clause saying, “Jingling Baby!”
Give a new meaning

sound fast remove from soundcloud
Gave ya'll gifts I'm Santa Clause, Coca-Cola - Mentos pause (Pshhh)
You return back to your house, tree is burned voice

I bring my lips
To your horn
And find a place
To be born

See their hate
Still adored
Lure the bait
Get on board

My decline
On the docks
Asleep

and the frauds
I see the warnings 'fore I dip my fucken paws
Cause I got a cause this life without a clause (oh well)
What you doin' tryna get in my space?
Have

a horn
Ima ram her like dodge
Lettin' this spliff hit my lungs
She want the snow like Ms. Clause
You know I cannot say nah
I make her numb from her ass

The tickets sold
The shoulders cold
The horns been blown
You feel emotion, ready to blow
No door to the side
Stare it straight in the eyes
The walls

woh oh
This a the heart of the rude boy sound turn it up nuh, dem say call the police

Want put reggae music pon pause
Wanna put new clause inna

Clause
Perpendicular equal, yo, I make the cerebral pause
May there be a time for you
May there be a time for you
Upon my arrival the storm has been tidal

music pon pause
Wanna put new clause inna laws beat man make dem mash up and a rub up inna gauze
No if not but because
Soundman hafi go stick