Going to War Futurama (Ft. Coolio, John DiMaggio & Mark Hamill)

I brought the elves back from vacation
Chained them up and called my holiday friends
Kwanzaabot!
And the Chanukah Zombie!
Three mad wise men bearing myrrh-der and frankincense

Damn you, doo doo doo doo
Shut up, now fetch those bunnies by the armful
Says who? doo doo doo doo
Says me! Napalm makes them slightly more harmful
No one here goes near that door
This toy shop's goin' to war

Talmud says be slow to anger
Low down scammers got me seeing red
Got my TIE Fighter out of the hangar
Jump back Jack 'cause I'm Jewish and I'm undead

Ten-hut, doo doo doo doo
Dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of blasting clay
You're nuts, doo doo doo doo
And when it's dry and ready for mercy, they will pray
I can't wait eight nights or more
This zombie's goin' to war

Check-Check it out, Kwanzaabot in the neptizzle hizzle
With my inhuman beatbox, busy buildin' missiles
They're guided by these cute dancing fairy figures
Careful, little elf, that's proximity-triggered
I'm fighting back for Kwanzaa, so the children won't miss it
I'm confused about its meaning, but I know it when they diss it
So Santa?
Yeah, 'kay?
CZ?
Say hey
Let's slay them pimps
Come on, pimp my sleigh