Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
SANTA, and fuck you
Man fuck you man, you don't be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg
I don't be beliving in that shit, that shit ain't even real, man you acting
you
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
would be in a right
bloody mess I tell you.
BRIAN
(who can stand it no longer) Guard!
BEN
Nail 'em up I say!
BRIAN
(dragging himself over to the door)
On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're
of Garuda whose Lord is Vishnu
In the north west is that of Bhairava and in the North Kubhera protect us always
Let my all edges be protected by Rudra who is
Chance has lost my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard DROWNED MAN...
I can see
out for Santa, he's on the run
Chilling with the fam, no cap
Crying cause I'm on Santa's lap
Feeling like I'm caught in a Christmas trap
Gotta be alone,
site
Lord where would I be
I be
If you ain't saved a gangster like me
Where would I go
I go
If you didn't die for my soul
Lord where would I be
a kid you gave me everything
So why are you suddenly holding this man from me
How many times and how many nights do I beg
That he would leave her and be
around the world
He would be noticed flying in the air by all the little boys and little girls
You seventh graders think you've got it right
How can he
be?
The world is on the edge of it's seat
Defeat on the horizon very surprising
That we all could see the plot
And still could not
Let me do that part
that fat bastard's signing on.
He fuckin' is, I'm telling you. I fuckin' seen him mone.
Being Santa is o.k, it could be a good crack, who else do you
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
lost my Guinevere...
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard drowned man...
I can see the lemmings
you're meant to be
Are the dreams you chase your own
Or do they belong to society?
And I would rather live today than live forever
The architects of our
to the number
One score: it's 12, 000, too "I'm
The same as first place
" says the man who must be
Better than all those other
Pieces of shit and then we
Get back
depict just would a saint be
Yet still they try to tear me down, can't even hear them faintly
My slide is always blue, why do people keep trying to paint
competing to see who would paint the largest area of dry land. And between their rare but bright touches, every now and then the green color of yucca and low
Well the purse snatch went according to plan
The victim himself was a masked man
And everybody laughs who was not them Oh and every laugh's now is now
practices (COVEN!) WITCH-CRAFT!"
It was about this time that the telephone rang inside of the SECRET BRIEFCASE belonging to THE ONE MORTAL MAN who might be
some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',
live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, can't (lose)
It's not in my plan to (lose), if I
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