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He's the spirit of Christmas. Crack and Claus go hand in hand. |
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When Christmas comes around, you will be surprised. |
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For Santa's selling crack to children each and every size. |
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No longer does he care if you are naughty or your nice. |
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Jut purchase some of Santa's blend of heroin and ice. |
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The elves are working hard this year, but toys are not their trade. |
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Busy making sheets of acid, vials of crack cocaine. |
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Rudolph the white-nosed coke fiend, Santa's trusty sleigh. |
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His new careers expanding, and he's laughing all the way. |
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Now, Mrs. Claus doesn't approve of jolly old St. Nick. |
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Roaming streets of Oakland pushing drugs to kids. |
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But times have changed, dolls and trains outgrown. |
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What the children want now days is some real snow. |
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Santa doesn't care, he's a real man. |
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Some children of the world just can't comprehend. |
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He used to come only once a year. |
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Now that fat slob is always here. |
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He's outside Toys "R" Us, he's inside Taco Bell. |
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His crafty red suit doesn't warn us that it's drugs he sells. |
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If you've got a list, you can sit on his lap. |
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Rub his dirty bears and smoke some crack. |
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Frosty the blow man supplier. Santa's secret outside provider. |
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Deliver his potent sugarplum ocean divider. |
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If your dreaming of a "white" Christmas, Santa's got the goods. |
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Rather buy your hubba from a hero or a hood. |
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More silent than a church mouse's fart, he's in your living room. |
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Dare not give him milk and cookies, daddy's credit card will do... |
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A twenty dollar bill, hid in your pocket with care. |
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In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. |
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Six months in jail and you still haven't learned. |
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That Santa Claus is a no-life bum who's really not concerned. |
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To get ahead in life you gotta have a plan. |
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Santa Claus has a cause, does no one understand? |
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He sells his blow to tots and in return he plots. |
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The future of our holiday season. |
