Grab 'em by the neck and put a dagger side his stomach
I got presents for you pussies, but I got no time for loving
Grab 'em by the windpipe, tie him down, so no more fuckin' running
I'm in the other room fuckin' Ms. Claus
Speed it up just when I'm cumming
Hop up in a sled when I'm shooting lead
Right up at these deer, aiming for the head
Fuck the holidays, all these fags are pest
Cut ya tree down and then burn the nest
Grab a fuckin' elf, and I cut 'em open
Poison ya milk, I can hear 'em choking
When I see your corpse, I'll just get to stroking
Throw ya fuckin' bones right in the ocean
I seen a lot of things, they make me hate these times
I never felt no love in this dull heart of mine
I never got no gifts, so now you'll feel my pain
I'll use your bones as ornaments, my star will be your brain
Like the Unabomber, got an IED, mail it to you now, you just can't see
Military grade, it's making you bleed
Commie Christmas, guess you'll just rest in peace
I stop the witness, blow his head off in pieces
Mind ya business for you really get beat
Y'all some pussy-boys, we've reached our consensus
Say that you riding, rip you out the seat
I make you fold like origami, y'all some pussies shoulda known
I make 'em freeze up like the winter, leave they corpses in the cold
I cut his jugular and his head off, leave these elves all in the snow
'Cause this EASTSIDE, you gon' get cut up
Friday the twenty-fourth
So, shut your mouth for I really just kick it in
Got a knife, so I bring it in
And of course, I hear all these pussies they talking shit
But I'm really not listening
Told that pussy boy
"Get the fuck out my face before I start ripping shit"
Open wide, put my shiv in it
At the same time, open wide, put my dick in it
Snap an arm up off a doll, shooting an elf and then I deck the halls
Leaving the scene dead, Santa by the mall
Slice up his head and then I paint the walls
Dismember a leg and then I make 'em crawl
Take out the brakes and that'll make 'em stall
Hung by a pole, bitch eaten by the fog
No deers on the sled, bitch, eaten by the dogs
Burn everyone up on the naughty list
I'm Krampus and my sled is strongly lit
I'm loving my axe, boutta fondle it
Yeah, Santa a bitch, so I'm chopping it
I'm grabbin' the door and I'm lockin' it
I'm grabbin' my pole and I'm cockin' it
I'm grabbing my sights and I'm locked in it
I'm pulling the trigger and poppin' it
Burn down the pussy with a bang, with the chi-chi
Once I'ma tell you where the gang and to meet me
Huh, you a bitch like a Santa, you freezing
Cold man, these bullets gon' heat all these motherfuckers up
Yeah, hop in the truck, yeah
Thousands of heads will not fit in the trunk
And bodies on bodies, I caught in the muck
If you catch me on a Friday, then you out of luck, bitch