Saturnalia (Hood Tales 2) Lyrics

That's what Christmas is all about

Actually, Granddad, Christmas is a pagan holiday

And Jesus probably hates you for celebrating

Ain't gonna be no Scrooges in this house, boy

Look, Granddad, it's clear from the scripture that Jesus was not born in winter

The shepherds who saw the angels announcing his birth would not have been out in their fields in December

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dead of night

Oh, what fear it is to hide from the things that's dark with might

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dawn tonight

Oh, what dread it is to roam through the darkness filled with fright

I travel from the North Pole, North Pole, Q-Storm

It's so cold, Santa Claus, can you bring me the gifts

Cause I've been good, even though I'm still living in the hood

Gotta swipe my EBT cards because it's hard

I can't think of anything, I'm wishing for a star

I'm trying to get on my whole thing on a jar

But people acting like they wanna take from me and rob

It's either Christmas, I cannot get it

Because everything I shoot is on my hit list

But I ain't ready for this year, cause this year don't feel like anything around here

And so I'm thinking back, my roof's shat

You already know it's like that

It's all about the flow, and I can do it though

Cause December 25th, I got the music show

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dead of night

Oh, what fear it is to hide from the things that's dark with might

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dawn tonight

Oh, what dread it is to roam through the darkness filled with fright

It's Saturnalia, let's get drunk and turn to savages

See roasted pigs, sausages, tell Santa bring his Calvinism

I'm just a slave, but today I got a pass to kick it

Yo, we should plot, no one is watching, time to wake the children

Remember Harriet, the railroad, we still know

Let's gather all our folks, ones that wont go, we kill yo

No time for loose ends, it's one shot, reduce trends

December liberty, this uprising begins

Yo, pack the food, I stole some weapons from the armory

I knew this prophecy would sing this song in harmony

I got one horse, one open sleigh

I made some arsenic wine, soon they should die, just off the taste

Freedom rings, freedom rings, master died tonight

Oh, how fun it was to slice Saint Nick with this big fat knife

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dead of night

Oh, what fear it is to hide from the things that's dark with might

Jingle bells, jingle bells, in the dawn tonight

Oh, what dread it is to roam through the darkness filled with fright

The truth is, Christmas evolved from the Roman holiday Saturnalia

a winter festival where men gave gifts to each other

They also would get drunk, have sex with each other, and beat their wives

People would act so crazy on Christmas