Lyrics Insane Clown Posse

Insane Clown Posse

Santa Killas

It's the holiday season

Candy Canes, cookies sprinkle the town

Everyone's jolly, happy, and merry

The dead sing carols in the cemetary

I went up to the mall to meet a Santa Claus

Why you wanna meet a Santa Claus??

Just because

He's a star and I wanna get his autograph

Did you meet the fat bastard??

You don't know the half

So I waitin' line with my pad and pen

I finally got up to the bitch and he had a grin

He said he's been watchin' me and I'm a disgrace

So I reach for the nine and shot him in the spine

All the kiddies runnin', screamin' and cryin'

Santa ain't breathin' I think that he's dyin'

He's tryin' to move so I boot him in his grin

HA

Bitch should've known about the Santa Claus killa

R: Santa Claus

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

The Santa Claus killaz

(2x)

I'm a Santa Claus killa

Bitch what the fuck you know about

You know nothin

So fuck turkey and stuffin

I drink a straight 40

Fuck that shitty egg nog

Cause I'm a wicked clown straight up freak dog

I gets paid I'm pickin up the G Shit

And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit

The fat slop doesn't drink my milk

So don't come around bitch or get your cap peeled

I'm Mike Clark

I'm pimpin' through Clark Park

In a 1981 Skylark

And its dusted, dented and rusted

Don't look or get your lips busted

Santa Claus won't bring me a BM

So I'mma choke that bitch when I see him

MC, Detroit big wheeler

But on Christmas Eve Im a Santa Claus killa

It's Christmas Eve

Another time to decieve

Got another trick up my sleeve

He won't leave

I just wait Tick-Tock-Ticky

Someone told me what the fuck is Saint Nickie

Nick, prick North Pole hick

Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that?

Sounds like Rudolph and the whole clique

Its time for some down with the clown G Shit

I hear the fat bitch in the chimney

Spark up the matches

Fire catches

And I burn that motherfucker up

Wha Wha What The Fuck!

Cooked his ass with a crackling sound

Watch as the ash comes juggling down

I smoke them bones and I get much illa

Fink, The Eastside G

The Santa Claus killa

R: (2x)

One last minute

I get's deadly

Sit back children

Check the medley

Its cold out, I could give a fuck less

Cause I'm waitin' on a bitch in a red dress

A fat bitch with a big white beard

Strapped with a big lead pipe I'm geared

I hear bells, Jing-a-Ling-Jing-Ling-Ding-a-Ling

That's the sound, the dead man here

The dead man here when death is near

I take my pipe and say fuck it

Whip and Lug It

Straight to the nugget

Out cold in a flash, a dash

Then I pushed his ass off the roof

and straight jacked the sleigh

The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus killa

R: (2x)