Phonk Santa

Yo, he ain't comin' with gifts this time…

Better lock your doors, it's Santa on the grind…

Red suit drippin', but his vibe's ice cold,

Sleigh ridin' dirty, with a bag full of gold.

No jingles, just chains when he's pullin' up fast,

If you're on the wrong list, better pray you don't last.

Reindeer in the shadows, eyes glowin' bright,

Silent night's broken by the hooves in the night.

Ain't no cookies he's cravin', no milk in his hand,

Just the weight of revenge, and he's takin' a stand.