Lyrics

[Skit: Big Stank & Lil Poot] Alright, so let me get this right, you say it's a motherfucker who come to your house... To your muthafuckin' house And he ain't be trying to rob you? Ah hell no, that's Santa Dawg, you ain't ever heard of Santa? Nuh uh Santa Claus, Saint Nick? Nah Kris Kringle? Man nah! You ain't ever heard of Kris Kringle? Man Hell nah!! Look (What?) He come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain't got no chimney, so he just come in the back door, he may have to kick it in though, depending in what hood he in, 'cause some people be bolting they shit Who? You know like Kwee-Kwee and them down there on West 7 mile, you know, swingin' the herb- Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some doors? Santa, Santa Claus!...Ho Ho Ho everybody's jolly Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Church's Chicken Something like that, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it's like religious thing, or something Man, you acting like a sucker believing in that Fictitious Bullshit! Man, I don't even like fish! so, look! What? He's looking at his list Right He's checking it twice Right, Right And he gonna know who naughty or nice Man, hell nah, so what you saying, this motherfucker work for the FBI? He got a list? What kind of list? I mean, it's kinda like that, it ain't really a list like that, I mean it's Christmas list you know like gifts and stuff. Remember when you was wantin' that Space Invaders for the 5200 back in '86? (Yeah) And then nobody got it for you? (Uh-huh) 'Cause you wasn't right, Santa was like "Fuck that, I ain't bringing him shit, I'ma gonna bring my homie Lil Poot everythang" Well fuck Santa, and fuck you Hey man fuck you man, you don't be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg I don't be believing in that shit, that shit ain't even real, man you acting like a Little sucker believing in some old Santa Claus shit Man, Santa for life fool Does anybody wanna rock 'n roll man?