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santa slick raps baby, and I don't mean gifts. I go hard all day like the bloods and the crips.
I friendzone all the girls and pay for their trips, if my pint aint stout then I ain't leavin a tip.
on christmas morning i'll take my mama to church, then I'll sit home with my cats and watch simon birch. Open all the presents on the christmas tree, but find no games for the PS3. Around 8pm is when things get stale,
i'll give my homie bronx a call and tell him he fails. "Hey bronx, wanna play some crack down 2?" "You know i can't man, I gotta shower after I poo"
"goddamn bronx, your such a scrooge, you fail so hard at life, i'm gonna lose my cool" "Fuck you slick, your rap is whack, i'm gonna hang up the phone and sell my children for crack"
yo santa slick raps baby and I don't mean gifts, I go hard all day like the bloods and the crips. I friendzone all the girls and pay for their trips.
and if my pint aint stout i aint leavin a tip
it's bhs and I never get laid, I lose to all the retarded kids at arcades, I got less game than a ps3, and if you beat me in street fighter you'll say I'm free.
When you catch me at a meetup i'll sure be pleased to close my eyes and catch some z's. Happy holidays faggots I got this rap game, tell all your friends that zzzzzz
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