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"Hey, it's Christmas. It's Christmas in Detroit, we got a special Christmas treat. We got Mike Clark on this shit, he's gonna rap. And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 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 cemetary I went up to the mall to meet the 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 bastard?" You don't know the half So I'm waitin in the line with my pad and pen I finally got up to the bitch 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 dyin He's tryin to move so I boot him in his grin Ahh, bitch should've known about the Santa Claus killa Chorus: Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin The Santa Claus Killaz (4x) Songtexte I'm a Santa Claus killa Bitch what the fuck you know about You knowin nothin So fuck turkey and stuffin I drink a straight forty Fuck that shitty egg nog Cause I'm a wicked clown straight up freak dog I gets paid, I'm pickin up the G shit And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit The fat slop doesn't buy my bread and milk So don't come around bitch and get your cap peeled I'm Mike Clark I'm dripping 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 bitch when I see him MC Detroit Big Wheeler But on Christmas Eve I'm a Santa Claus killa "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." It's Christmas Eve Another time to deceive I got another trick up my sleeve He won't leave I just wait tic-toc-ticky Somebody told me fuck Saint Nickie Nick, prick north pole hick Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that? Sounds like Rudolph and the whole click It's time for some down with the clown G shit I hear the fat bitch in the chimney Spark up the matches Fire catches And I burn that MOTHAFUCKA UP "Ho, ho.. wha.. wha.. what the fuck!" Cook his ass with a crackling sound Watch as the ash comes drifting down I smoke them bones and I get much illa The eastside G The Santa Claus killa Chorus One last minute, I gets deadly Sit back children, check the medley It's cold out, I could give a fuck less Cause I'm waitin on a bitch in a red dress A fat bitch 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 death is near I take my pipe and say fuck it Whip and lug it Straight to the nugget Out cold in a flash, a dash Then I pushed his ass off the ROOF and straight jacked the sleigh The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus killa Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania