The Real Bad Santa

Lyrics

HOOK It's me who killed your grandma The reindeer song that's always on? That's my stamp, bruh They ruled it COVID, feelin' champ, said I'm innocent And guess who's next? Go shoot a text or call your grandpa It's me who killed your grandma The reindeer song that's always on? That's my stamp, bruh Y'all are like, "oh, my lanta!" If you don't know, now you know then, I'm the real Bad Santa Y'all shouting "oh, my lanta!" If you're scared then I suggest that you take out your camera (snapshot) This part is gonna be glamorous so capture while you're running, better check your stamina — K The Boogeyman is back but different holiday It's the one with all the snow, month of Diciembre I should call your mom a hoe then put it in her A — Hold up, why's she suddenly falling in love with me? That really wasn't supposed to happen 'twas inevitable though, this pretty boy's rappin' I make you laugh, on top of that, I'm just spattin' all this spit and I don't give a shit what you assume of it, bitch HOOK I'll eat your cookies then I'll eat your daughter's cookie while Chanel West Coast is scissoring with Snooki One lung is normal but the other's full of nitrous, I'm a Wookie It'd be informal sending death bets to my bookie If you're a pussy, then consider me a bully But the more you bitch, the more I charge my vicious wrath of fury Imagine how mad I'd be if born down in Missouri Guaranteed by 13 I'd have been the subject of a jury Care what these people think about me? I could never I'm from the land you die if born without a sweater It's fucking freezing, how depressing, I need better But, Santa Bibbles, baby, I'll be him forever HOOK The baddest Santa in the land, the man with self-inflicted brands The brain you'll never understand and that's the plan, fam The peanut brains will cry and bitch while high IQs will tune right in, it's just a matter of time until their christening - jesus christ!