Ps3mas

Huh, where it’s at
I been searching
And now I
Yo, it’s Chrismas Eve and I’m looking for my PS3
I been creepin and crawlin and searching underneath the tree
Listen to me Santa, what you want from me?
I don’t want an XBOX or Nintendo Wii
Because other game systems be sucking like a nipple
All I want this year is that PS triple
So give it to me Santa
Or you might get dealt with
I got a snowball that you might get pelt with
So look into my eyes
Don’t ask me why
I want to play Tony Hawk, nigga
Skate or die
And I heard a scary voice and almost shit my drawers
He said, «Who's talking shit about Santa Claus?»
I said that’s on a need-to-know basis
But when I see Santa Claus I’m a punch him in his braces
And then I’m a rip off his beard
He said, «Why don’t you try it? I’m standing right here» (What?)
Yes, my name is Santa
And yes, I was born in Atlanta
Yes, I like to fuck til the early morn
Bust a holiday load on your mama’s arm
Yo ho ho, my name is Santa Claus
My beard is softer than a million panda paws
And if you wanna get fucked nigga raise your fist
I got a mouth full of gold and a sleigh full of gifts
I’m out of here
Ey nigga you got a lead pen I could use?