Epic Rap Battles of History - Santa Claus vs Moses lyrics

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Epic Rap Battles of History - Santa Claus vs Moses lyrics

[Intro] EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! MOSES! VS! SANTA CLAUS! BEGIN! [Verse 1: Santa Claus]: Sweet robes, Obi-wan-too many days in the sun, Stop preachin' homie, teach your flock to covet some fun! I bring joy every year, man I represent cheer, You represent sandals and a scraggly beard I'm from the North Pole, that's why my rhymes are so cold! I spit diamonds but I'm serving up some fresh coal, You've been a naughty boy, you brought a plague of frogs You'd best arrest yourself, you broke your own law Or was there something in Rule Six I didn't understand? My list says k**ed Egyptian dude, buried him in sand I read your book, you got a strict religion No bacon, but mandatory circumcision? I'm a jolly bowl of jelly, giving holiday presents, But all the chosen people ever get for Christmas is jealous! [Verse 2: Moses]: When I was high up on the mountain God revealed the truths of the Earth But he never mentioned a fat-a** Papa Smurf It takes 9 reindeers to haul your fat-a** You took the Christ out of Christmas and just added more ma** You need to stop breakin into houses and creepin' and peepin' On naughty kids while they' sleepin' and keep yo' hands off my stockin' Don't you 'Ho Ho' me! I'll split yo a** in half, like I did the Red Sea You ain't a saint you' a slaver, like a pharaoh in the snow Stop with the unpaid labor, and let my little people go! [Verse 3:Elves + Santa Claus]: We ain't slaves! All that sand turned your brain to mush! I think you need to stop smokin' all that burnin' bush Yeah, we're magical workers, man! We hang with reindeers Yo! Here's a GPS! Who gets lost for forty years!? You're a glorified secretary, so write this down Begat deez nuts! Santa Claus is comin' to town [Verse 4:Moses]: So much drama in the Israe-L B.C., It's kinda hard talkin' directly to the G-O-single-D Hand me my chisel, I got a new command'izzle, for y'all Thou shalt not let your children sit on a grown man's lap at the mall. I'll beat you ten times before the bread can rise, you dummy And walk off to the land of my milk and honies. [Outro] WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!