Insane Clown Posse – I Hate Santa Claus Lyrics
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Song: I Hate Santa Claus
Change! Please! Christmas change!
Happy holidays, y’all, give me a gift
Let me sing a little jingle while you drink that fifth [Jingle bells
Tell Santa that he better stop frontin’
Cookie-eatin’ m#th*rf#ck*r never leavin’ nothin’ [And that’s a ho
But this year I swear I won’t let it happen
Gifts and reindeer, we Christmas jackin’ [Give me that
Surround sound, hot chocolate for days
Bumpin’ through the neighborhood actin’ like we paid [Look what we got
We had to get ’em, it was just that time
J and I was fed up, and we wanted to shine
But now we got anything you ever wanted
Yeah, he was old, but he had a fat wallet [Cha-ching
Only workin’ one day a year? [Damn
With a plush red suit and and an iced-out beard
Slangin’ snow in the North Pole to a bunch of fiends
Little guys with big ears that make toys for free
Santa Claus, I hate you because [I hate you, Santa
You gave me nothin’, now I’m takin’ yours [I’m takin’ yours]
[Uh, it was cold out
I seen the fat man comin’, I hit behind a chimney
And bust him in the skull with a bottle of Jim Bean
I rolled him off the roof and onto the driveway
And jumped in his sleigh ride and tried to fly away
Rudolf on me, he wouldn’t move
I had to kick him in his #ssh#l# to put him in groove
Take me to the hood, to all the poor little kids
This year, everybody ’bout to get some good sh#t
We landed on a house, I went for the chimney, but the roof was feeble
I crashed through and smashed through the kitchen table
Daddy came bustin’ out the bedroom strapped
Third shot blew off my Santa hat, f#ck that
I ran out the back door and I hopped a wall
Steady’ whistlin’ for the reindeer, but they’re like “f#ck off”
And took off, I almost caught a slug in the #ss
And became a ghost of Christmas past over that sh#t
Santa Claus, I hate you because [I hate you, Santa
You gave me nothin’, now I’m takin’ yours [I’m takin’ yours
Santa Claus, I hate you because [I hate you, Santa
You gave me nothin’, now I’m takin’ yours [I’m takin’ yours]
Dashing through the snow, smokin’ awesome dro
Pullin’ chicks with expensive gifts just to get that ho ho ho, you know what I mean?
Don’t get us wrong, we gon’ give to the kids
Super Santa up all the little sh#ts [Here you go
The grown ups, we gettin’ toe up
A case of malt liquor and a sack that make you throw up
Santy Claus wear panty drawers
He never decked my halls, he can lick my balls
I got no chimney, but I left the door unlocked
Nothin’ but pine needles and an empty sock
Thanks a lot and f#ck off, fat #ss
Why we need coats for kids if you so bad ass?
Only rich boys get big toys from Santa
I waited all night in my pajamas, m#th*rf#ck*r
“What the f#ck you waitin’ on? Take your #ss to bed! f#ck Santa Claus!”
Santa Claus, I hate you because [I hate you, Santa
You gave me nothin’, now I’m takin’ yours [I’m takin’ yours
Santa Claus, I hate you because [I hate you, Santa
You gave me nothin’, now I’m takin’ yours [I’m takin’ yours]
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
It’s Christmas eve, and if he show
He leavin’ with a bullet hole, let him know
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From the album:
Holiday Heat [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018