Bad Santa Lyrics

It's Christmas time

We're sipping wine

This chick is fine

Come and slide on my North Pole

You've been a bad girl

Santa bring you more coal

In these streets my name ring bells

Oh yeah they all know

In the sheets

I got her tapping out like Morse Code

I don't know why

Sex is always where my thoughts go

This is supposed to be

A Christmas song

We gonna light the trees up

We 'bout to hit this bong

Pussy wrapped up with a bow

I'm bout to rip this thong

She said she's never, ever

Ridden on a dick this long

Woah

Treating the clitoris

Like it was liquorice

Got done

And asked her what's on her Christmas list

She said she want some thicker lips

And some bigger tits

I told her, baby you fine

Don't be ridiculous

That coochie's like silk

Now go and fetch some cookies and milk

Or maybe hand me a brandy

Already too many spilt

We can just, watch a movie

Roll a doobie and chill

Having such a wicked way with words

Is truly a skill

They call me bad Santa

This is your last chance to

Sit in my lap

But only if you're a lap dancer

Deliver gifts

And then I empty my sack after

Big bag of that Grinch

Puffing on mad ganja

Oh yeah

They call me bad Santa

See me dressed in all black

Looking like Black Panther

Couple strippers

Donner, Blitzen and that's Prancer

Every twenty fourth of December

I'm back at ya

Don't let the kiddies hear this

Tell them to go and play

She getting dressed to the nines

She bout to go and slay

I'm vibing, drunk driving

While riding a one horse open sleigh

A white Christmas

And I ain't talking a snowy day

I might sniff this

Entire bag of blow away

And I won't need Rudolf's nose

To show the way

He can take the night off

Chill out and roll a J

Got Mrs. Claus up front

Sucking my soul away

Only gifts that I'm rapping though

Are these verses really

Frisbeeing mixtapes out

To every person near me

You might wake up

Catch Mummy kissing Santa Claus

And I'm gonna give her

Everything that she's been asking for

She wants to see my baubles baby

And the candy cane

There's snow outside

But in the bed, there's a chance of rain

Gold watch, matching chain

With the classic Jays

I bent her back, empty sack

You know that Santa came

They call me bad Santa

This is your last chance to

Sit in my lap

But only if you're a lap dancer

Deliver gifts

And then I empty my sack after

Big bag of that Grinch

Puffing on mad ganja

Oh yeah

They call me bad Santa

See me dressed in all black

Looking like Black Panther

Few more strippers

Cupid, Vixen and that's Dancer

Every twenty fourth of December

I'm back at ya