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December 24th - Twisted Insane
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December 24th Twisted Insane

December 24th - Twisted Insane
[Intro]
Drag it on over here
This a Christmas album
(Hm)

[Hook]
December 24th, Merry Christmas
Probably gonna find me on the roof
Left the scene, but I ain't leave a witness
Looking, but never find the proof
Now they wanna play, I don't play nice
All red suit with the wool
'Bout to get the k on the sleigh ride
Santa got brain on the coupe
December 24th, Merry Christmas
Probably gonna find me on the roof
Left the scene, but I ain't leave a witness
Looking, but never find the proof
Now they wanna play, I don't play nice
All red suit with the wool
'Bout to get the k on the sleigh ride
Santa got brain on the coupe

[Verse]
Shot the body, found him in the snow, fuck the waiting, Blood, I gotta go
Tell him giddyup, they waiting at the pole, gotta couple gifts, but shit, I'll need some more
Line 'em up with your best and go to sleep right now, it's Christmas Eve
Catch 'em when they wake up in they house and put the gifts up under trees
Smother thee, pillow in his face and get to dumping these
Psyche, you better be down, and if you leave, don't come to me
Someone shoulda told about the Krampus though, the venom he possessed arrests, you had to know
He sick, there ain't no vaccine or no antidote, it's time to feast, I eat you like an animal
Merry Christmas Eve, you will bleed jingle all the way
Get down on your knees you will plead this holiday
On the north pole, I stay up with the elves, make up these presents and put them on shelves
Read all the letters you put in the mail, do it for free, I ain't trippin' on sales
Krampus stay heated up, come straight from hell, burn in the flame, you don't listen to me
Every day must be like Christmas to me, when you beat me I'm always in red or some green
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas, the amount of bodies found up in the ditches
When they go they think "Will anybody miss us?", blacking out, before you waking up I'll getcha
Gather round the tree, I'm finna light the Swisher, keep the Christmas tree inside of Santa's sack
Blow the rest the blunt and then we up the chimney, keep the fire lit, you know when I'll be back
(Krampus)
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