South Pole Santa lyrics

Ho ho hoes
You might gat man
If you showing me that charcoal
Hit you with a shotgun
Call me Dwayne 'The Crack Rock' Johnson
If you coming 'round here with that culpricy with caution
Imma rock in with the carbon

f*ck Santa Clause or Kris Kringle or whatever the Hell yall call him, that goofy ass b*tch, I popped a cap in his ass. Fatass motherf*cker thought he could come down my chimney with that goddamn charcoal bullsh*t

Santa bustin' down my chimney
What you tryna give me?
If it's charcoal then I'm busting out the semi
Leave you dead in a jiffy
If you coming round here with the coal
Leave you out in the cold with a couple holes
That's how we do it in the South Pole

Heard him creeping in my kitchen
Raiding through my fridgе
I don't leave any cookies for a rеason
Get off my premies
Cranking every crevice feel like Gollum
These percocets are my precious
Santa coming my direction
Hit him with aggression
South Pole Santa
Yeah I had to keep it Southern
Do it like no other
That other Santa, a sucker motherf*cker
Gave me charcoal
Hit him with my Louisville slugger
Make him stutter six feet under
I'm dripping he a laugh

I've been dashing through the blow
I been serving from his sleigh
Imma Santa Clause hishoe
'Cause I killed him took his place
He was handing out charcoal
Should've been slinging that clean burning
He had jank in his tank so I had to burn him

Santa bustin' down my chimney
What you tryna give me?
If it's charcoal then I'm busting out the semi
Leave you dead in a jiffy
If you coming round here with the coal
Leave you weld in the cold with a couple holes
That's how we do it in the South Pole

f*ck Santa he a goofy goober
Hit him in the head with a ruger South Pole shooter
I'm a supertrooper
Bobby damn, he a loser
He need a tutor
I'm in Misses Clauses cooter
Narrow urethra got me neutered
Reindeer pulling me and my form super
No more Santa
Bye bye, boomer
Santa he be eating cookies
I'll be smoking it
Bobby told me I'm offending him
Him being woke and sh*t
You offended? What offends me is that you broke and sh*t
Go make me some paper before
I cancel you out my homestead
f*ck Santa Clause yeah I shot Kris Kringle
Also got a staple gun to
Put the lights up on the shingles
Dropping tape after tape
After single after single
I'm already illegal it don't affect me
When I get legal

I've been dashing through the blow
I been serving from his sleigh
I'm a Santa Clauses hoe
'Cause I killed him took his place
He was handing out charcoal
Should've been slinging that clean burning
He had jank in his tank so I had to burn him