R.A. The Rugged Man, Mac Lethal - Crustified Christmas lyrics

Listening to Christopher Wallace
Wait, hold up, it's the holidays
Put on Run-DMC, Christmas in Hollis
And if you're rocking a
Yamaka happy Hanukkah
There's icicles hanging from the
Roof and gutters
And snow on the thermometer
Jack Frost, he a cold man
Snow White ho looking for blow
From Frosty the Snowman
Kris Kringle is a bitch
I kicked him in his big drawers
I visit Miss Claus
Got her clothes ripped off
But that old bitch got my dick soft
Now the elves are pissed off
Santa's big ass look like a white Rick Ross
Sugar pancakes
Syrup and marshmallows in the yams
I got a pair of Puma sneakers
Look like MC Shan
In school we'd make fun of
Kids that were Jehovah's Witness
Cause they couldn't celebrate Halloween
Birthdays and Christmas
Now I'm kissing the clit, she
Bleeded, what the hell, gross
Come out the pussy looking like
Rudolph with the red nose
Train sets, toy trucks from Tonka
Italianos mangia
My black people light a candle for Kwanzaa
I don't care if I get
Coal for stocking stuffers
I'mma find Santa's little helpers and
Midget toss the motherfuckers
Go Jesus, it's your birthday!
Go Jesus, it's your birthday!
Go Jesus, it's your birthday!
Go Jesus, go Jesus!

Sleigh bells jing-jingling
Front door ring-dingling
Kids singing in the bling-bling sickening
D-flicks, silent night, deadly night
Church picketing
Hannukah menorah candle light flickering
Families bickering, let me spit a hot bar
Rockstar, where my Muslims? Allah Akbar!
Want a walkman, a VCR, wait, time out
I want a Red Ryder BB Gun to shoot my eye out
The big Christmas picture is ridiculous
Santa Claus is based on a
Catholic bishop named Saint Nicholas
Years before he was at
The North Pole chilling
He was rumoured to resurrect the
Bodies of mutilated children
But it's Christmas and my little
Niece got Bieber fever i'm in LA
I'll pick her up the CD at Amoeba
I hate to bring the new year
In with a dark side
But who gon' drop the ball in Times
Square now that Dick Clark died?

C'mon, Get Poor or Die Tryin'
Consumerism is a new religion for the
People in stores that lie crying
Praying, just wishing for a great sale
Traded in my '64 to listen
To the sleigh bells
Fuck it, it's the holidays bitch
I ain't buying any presents
I'mma walk away rich
I mean I'm Satan Claus, I'm a selfish fuck
I ain't giving any gifts
To these helpless schmucks
Should I smack Grandma or
Let her talk instead
Bitch looks like she belongs
On The Walking Dead
I can't stuff her when words
Are in her mouth
I listen to that talking head
When I be burning down the house
I flame "fuck" to the mammoth elephant
The hammer fell, and then I cooked a little
Honey ham and gelatine
I blast, I burn in your heart
Three dudes ringing your bell
Hoping they're tools like
Nebraska Furniture Mart o-o-o-ooooh shit!
A lotta hippie bitches take molly
Looking stupid with the glow sticks
You people never seen a boy like this
I punch your baby momma in
The fucking muay Thai clinch
You need to stop looking at the toys I get
I'm the Grinch
Penny-pinching every coin I flip
I'm a hip-hop head
I ain't a hipster person
That watches The Office - the British version
(Go Jesus) I'll take you on a big excursion
Hopefully I'll get the words in
But last year Santa ate the cookies
And he dropped down the whiskey
So I'mma clap his ass when
He come down the chimney
(Go Jesus) Huh, It's the exorcist
Are you a naughty ass bitch?
Let me check my list i drink Jesus blood
And tell him to bless my piss
Mac Lethal, Rugged Man
Here's your X mas gift!