Uploaded on Jan 7, 2012
Who the **** is this comin' down my chimney?
He better be fat, jolly and friendly.
Otherwise Ima shoot him in the kidney.
Send his body straight to Sydney (Australia).
Santa knows I've been such a good boy.
So I know he'll bring me a new toy.
A shiny new Glock, strapped like Pac.
Freshest on the block, all the girlies flock.
For the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
FIVE POUNDS OF WEED!
You know dasher and dancer and prancer and vixen,
I'm constantly stupid cause I'm constantly blitzen.
You can always find me cookin in the kitchen.
Bitches get stitches if I catch you snitchin.
There is probable cause that I have been with Mrs. Clause,
Cause she's been pullin down my draws,
Unhingin her jaws, My ice has no flaws
People watch in awe as I show it all off
Santas jingle horse better not cluck cluck,
Or they'll meet my 870 buck buck.
I'll throw his dead body in the truck,
And I got my winter tires on so I won't get stuck.
I'm famous in the hood for my North Pole.
Santa got jealous and gave me some coal.
When I hear the ladies are on birth control.
All night long I'm scoring goals.
My hood has been blessed with all of this snow.
Keep it goin' through, making it flow.
Killin 40's and liquor like whoa.
Don't know where I'll end up tomorrow.