Santa's A Fat Bitch Lyrics

Horses, horses, horses, horses.

Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

[gunshot]

Santa Claus suck my balls

Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls

Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid

I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh

I sat around all night under the chimney

Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme"

I know that he's commin, he's commin he must

Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.

Turn on my tv the very next day I see your gettin payed

leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin

Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)

Another year and I aint get shit

(Another year I aint get shit)

If I hear him land on my roof

(Ohh my undertaker)

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick

Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit

No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,

So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cubbards

So I'll be quick, quick and brief

Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth

I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth

I need a few new ones could you help me out

Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak

No kinda gift I didn't get shit

Some say I was bad but that wasn't it

It's all because, Santas a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe)

Another year and I ain't got shit

(Another year I ain't get shit)

If I hear him land on my roof

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf thats the ghettoo.

Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."

[Background:] Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling

horses, horses, horses, horses

Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?

I see you got cookies and milk on your chin

I guess you had time to collect your ends

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But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way

Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J

I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft

You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh

All the little rich boys they gettin payed

Countin the toys and duckets they made

Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit

I'm a kill that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(He ate too much McDonals)

Another year and I aint get shit

(Mrs. Claus is a ho)

If I hear him land on my roof

(Slice that bitch in the big red coat)

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the neighborhood Christmas and everythings whack

Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat

I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin

Aint smellin no turky sure as hell aint no stuffin

All that I payed, wished and prayed

That fat mutha fucka would swing my way

Drop off soldiers and rubber ballz

But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers

Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again

Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house

There be no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)

Another year and I aint get shit

(Another year I aint get shit)

If I hear him land on my roof

(If I hear him land on my roof)

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa Claus is a fat bitch

(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)

Another year and I aint get shit

(I aint ge-et shi-it)

If I hear him land on my roof

(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)

I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

[record scratching]

"He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,

A bright red hat you can see for a mile,

A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,

Here comes Santa Claus again."

Insane Clown Posse Santa's A Fat Bitch