[Violent J]
"Hey, it's Christmas. It's Christmas in Detroit, we got a special
Christmas treat. We got Mike Clark on this sh**, he's finna rap
And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 2 Dope."
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
It's the holiday season, snow on the ground
Candy canes, cookies sprinkle the town
Everyone's jolly, happy, and merry
The dead sing carols in the cemetery
I went up to the mall to meet a Santa Claus
"Why you wanna meet the Santa Claus?"
Just because he's a star and I wanna get his autograph
"Did you meet the fat ba*tard?"
You don't know the half
So I'm waitin in the line with my pad and pen
I finally got up to the b**h and he had a grin
He said that he watches me and I'm a disgrace
So I reach for the nine and shot him in his spine
All the kiddies runnin, screamin and cryin
Santa ain't breathin, I think that he's dying
He's trying to move so I boot him in his grill
Ahh, b**h should've known about the Santa Claus k**a
Chorus:
Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin
The Santa Claus k**az
(4x)
[Mike E. Clark]
I'm a Santa Claus k**a
b**h what the f** you know about?
You knowin nothin
So f** turkey and stuffing!
I drink a straight forty
f** that sh**ty eggnog
Cause I'm a wicked clown down straight freak dog
I gets paid, I'm picking up the G sh**
And Santa Claus ain't never brought me sh**
The fat slop doesn't buy my bread and milk
So don't come around b**h and get your cap peeled
I'm Mike Clark
I'm creeping through Clark Park
In a 1981 Sky Lark
And it's dusted, dented and rusted
Don't look or get your lips busted
Santa Claus won't bring me a BM
So I'm gonna choke that b**h when I see him
MC Detroit Big Wheeler
But on Christmas Eve I'm a Santa Claus k**a
"Oh, I'm so lonely around Christmas, I miss Santa Claus
He won't come to my house, I wonder if he's scared
But that's okay, because if he won't come to me, I'll come to him
Santa I'm coming to see you. Merry Christmas."
[Fink the Eastside G]
It's Christmas Eve
Another time to deceive
Got another trick up my sleeve
He won't leave
I just wait tick tock ticky
Somebody tell me where the f** is Saint Nickie
Nick, you prick, you north pole hick
b**h a** sap, what the f** is that? (huh)
Sounds like Rudolph and the whole clique
(It's time for some down with the clown G sh**)
I hear the fat b**h in the chimney
Spark up the matches
Fire catches
And I burnt that MOTHAfu*kA UP
"Ho, ho.. wha.. wha.. what the f**!"
Cook his a** with a crackling sound
Watch as the ash comes juggling down
I smoke them bones and I get much illa
Fink the Eastside G
The Santa Claus k**a
Chorus
[Violent J]
One last murder, I gets deadly
Sit back children, check the medley
It's cold out, I could give a f** less
Cause I'm waitin on a b**h in a red dress
A fat b**h with a big white beard
Strapped with a big lead pipe I'm geared
I hear bells, jing-a-ling-ding, jing-ting-ling-ding-a-ling
That's the sound, the dead man hear
The dead man hear when d**h is near
I'm like Damn! Take my pipe and say f** it
Whip and lug it
Straight to the nugget
Out cold in a flash, a dash
Then I pushed his a** off the ROOF and straight jacked the sleigh ha!
The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus k**a
Chorus