Luyện nghe bài hát Santa's A Fat Bitch

Slay jingle-lin', ring jin' jingle-lin'
Horses, horses, horses,
Slay jingle-lin' ring jin' jingle-lin'

Santa Claus suck my drunk as hell
Ringin' at the malls Dancer Prancer
Nixon and
get stupid, ha ha ha

Eh, I sat around all night under the
Holdin' my sack like gimme
I know that he's comin', comin'
He must up nothin' but rust, dust

on my TV the very next day
I see gettin' paid leadin the parade
I'm sniper on the buildin'
to my nine go click
Santa's a fat

Santa Claus is a fat
(Santa is a fat, fat, fat bitch)
Another and I ain't get shit
(Another I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my
(Ohh, my undertaker)
I'm a your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah, I got somethin' to say St.Nick
that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a of coal
So I eat it, 'cuz ain't nuttin' in the cupboard

So be quick, quick and brief
All I need for Christmas is my two teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my
I need a few numbers could you me out

Should of known I I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I get shit
say I was bad
But that wasn't it it's all
Santa's a fat

Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa fuck you 'cuz a hoe)
Another year and I got shit
(Another I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my
(Let's get his autograph)
I'm a bust your ass in the

"Oh-ho-ho go that way
Rudolf the ghetto ho-ho those
and girls don't deserve anything"

Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you
I see you got cookies and milk on your
I guess you had time to collect your
You always been for your rich friends

But Rudolf, he don't his slay my way
Nothin' but dirt and coal for J
I guess you fit down my chimney shaft
You need to some of that fat ass, eh

All the little bays they gettin' paid
the toys and ducats they made
Me? I got a little half chunk of dog shit
I'm a that fat bitch

Santa is a fat bitch
(He ate too McDonald's)
year and I ain't get shit
(Mrs.Claus is a hoe)
If I hear him land on my
(Slice bitch in the big red coat)
I'm a bust ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the
and everything's whack
Not a creature stirrin' but a rat
I ain't hearin' jingle I ain't hearin' nuttin'
smellin' no turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffin'

All that I wished and prayed
That fat fucka would swin' my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber
But I up and found some crusty old drawers

as I knew it shaft again and again
And again and
Every year I up to the same old shit
House there be no of the fat bitch

Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa is a fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get
(Another year I get shit)
If I hear him on my roof
(If I hear him on my roof)
I'm a bust ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa is a fat bitch
(Santa is a fat bitch)
Another and I ain't get shit
(I ge-et shi-it)
If I hear him on my roof
(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)
I'm a bust ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big
A red hat you can see for a mile
A bag full of goodies and a great big
comes Santa Claus again"