Evil Christmas

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Big Chino

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You know I'm not Hades, right now I'm just the Grinch
And I gotta kill myself a fat red suited jolly bitch
Yeah he's sneaking into houses leaving presents with no hitch
His kindness makes my blood boil or the crack just makes it itch
Christmas joy can f*ck itself and Imma keep his fat ass out
But see there's one question I haven't truly figured out
How to kill a non-existent person without a single doubt
I don't exist either, but shit I guess I'll figure it out

Santa's time is ticking down til I come and kill his ass
Kill him leave no evidence no blood up on the grass
I'm pouring out some milk with cyanide inside this glass
Took a piss right in it too it's a drink that's first class
Weapons stashed inside the presents underneath the Christmas tree
Cookies sitting on the table but they're burned to a degree
When his ass comes in my house I'll let my Christmas spirit free
The dead body of Santa is a future I foresee

You're probably asking why do you wanna kill Santa Claus so bad
You know, honestly, he's my opposite I'm mad
Spreading Christmas joy around this time of year it makes you glad
Until I steal up all your presents that you wish you truly had
The only present that I leave is a giant shit up in your garden
Making cookies burning down your house committing all this arson
Then I leave a jug of milk that's brown and looking rather darkened
Let me tell you that ain't chocolate it's my shit that made it darken

Santa's time is ticking down til I come and kill his ass
Kill him leave no evidence no blood up on the grass
I'm pouring out some milk with cyanide inside this glass
Took a piss right in it too it's a drink that's first class
Weapons stashed inside the presents underneath the Christmas tree
Cookies sitting on the table but they're burned to a degree
When his ass comes in my house I'll let my Christmas spirit free
The dead body of Santa is a future I foresee

So I figured out my plan while doing things in verse two
Now we gotta play it perfect whenever Santa passes through
Think I heard his sleigh land I can't tell but could you?
Oh shit I hear him coming down light the fire til it's blue
Now we cut off his escape as it says right on my sheet
Grabbed my shotty load it up I can't wait for reindeer meat
Pumped the shotty took my aim while I was standing in the street
And I shot down every reindeer as if I was shooting skeets
Santa crawled up out the chimney and he saw the bloody scene
As he was shaking in his boots he quickly made a smoke screen
And he ran off in the night I followed drugged up on caffeine
Neighbors heard my shotty rounds and called the cops right in between
And I took a couple shots but not a single pellet hit
For a fat ass wearing red he's fucking quick I will admit
He fell right to the ground when a lucky shot hit
And I caught his stupid ass knowing him I did outwit

Santa's time is ticking down til I come and kill his ass
Kill him leave no evidence no blood up on the grass
I'm pouring out some milk with cyanide inside this glass
Took a piss right in it too it's a drink that's first class
Weapons stashed inside the presents underneath the Christmas tree
Cookies sitting on the table but they're burned to a degree
When his ass comes in my house I'll let my Christmas spirit free
The dead body of Santa is a future I foresee

Santa Claus was still I really thought I shot him dead
So I went to check his pulse but damn he pulled a gun instead
Fired twice but he missed his aim was bad since he bled
Quite a bit he dropped the gun in his own pool of red
Santa Claus was hurt he almost passed from the pain
And I watched in glee and silence while I was drinking my champagne
Santa looked and asked why'd you do this you're insane
I just said I'm the Grinch then I blew out all his brains

Santa's time is ticking down til I come and kill his ass
Kill him leave no evidence no blood up on the grass
I'm pouring out some milk with cyanide inside this glass
Took a piss right in it too it's a drink that's first class
Weapons stashed inside the presents underneath the Christmas tree
Cookies sitting on the table but they're burned to a degree
When his ass comes in my house I'll let my Christmas spirit free
The dead body of Santa is a future I foresee

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