Waiting on Christmas Gifts - Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Violent J

Alright, so let me get this right, you say it’s a motherfucker who come to your

house…

To your muthafucking house

And he ain’t be trying to rob you?

Ah hell no, that’s Santa Dawg, you ain’t ever heard of Santa?

Nuh uh

Santa Claus, Saint Nick?

Nah

Kris Kringle?

Man nah!

You ain’t ever heard of Kris Kringle?

Man Hell nah!

Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they

ain’t got no

Chimney, so he just come in tha back dooor, he may have to kick it in though,

depending

It what hood he in, cause some people be bolting they shit

Who?

You know like Kwee-Kwee and them down there on west 7 mile, you know,

swinginh the herb

Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS?

Santa, SANTA CLAUS… Ho Ho Ho everybody’s Jolly

Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of

Churches' Chicken

Something like that, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it’s like

religious thing

Or something

Man, you acting like a sucker believing in that Fictitious Bullshit!

Man, I don’t even like fish!

so, LOOK!

WHAT?

He’s looking at his list

Right

He’s checking it twice

Right, Right

And he gonna know who’s naughty or nice

Man, hell nah, so what you saying, this motherfucker work for the FBI?

he got a list

What kind of list?

I mean, it’s kinda like that, it ain’t really a list like that, I mean its

Christmas list

You know like gifts and stuff… remember when you was and you wanting Space

Invaders

For the 5200 back in '86?

(yea), and then nobody got it for you?

(uh huh), cause you

Wasn’t right, Santa was like Fuck that, I ain’t bringing him shit,

I’mma gonna bring my

Homie Lil Poot everything

Well fuck SANTA, and fuck you

Man fuck you man, you don’t be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg

I don’t be believing in that shit, that shit ain’t even real, man you acting

like a

Little sucker believing in some old Santa Claus shit

Man, SANTA for life fool

O come all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem

«Have you been a good boy this year?

If not I’m gonna split your fucking head!»

With so much Drama in the D-E-T

It’s kinda hard putting trimmings on my Christmas Tree

But, I some how, some way

Keep coming up with fresh ass nizzle just to drizzle on the way

May I, wrap another gift, so that I, can sneak up in your house in the bedroom

Everybody tripping, roasting chestnuts, waiting on Santa to come

I got Blaze in the living room drinking Eggnog

Jamie’s in the kitchen and he pulling the bomb

I got Little Eric Loder dressed up like a Elf

And, all they keep saying is «go fuck yourself»

So, turn off the lights and close the doors

Man for what?

Santa Claus Ho

And, we gonna blow ounce with him

G’s up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit

Sitting by the tree sipping Eggnog

Waiting on Christmas gifts… Eggnog

With my Mind on my presents

And my presents on my mind

Mixing Eggnog and Gin

Everybody got their cups but they ain’t chipped in

Well I called up Blaze told him, time for dime

He said him and Anybody coming through at nine

See everything is fine, cause I’m feeling all Christmasy

And I’m standing right next to the Christmas tree

Seeing the blinking lights made me sick

But I always decorate every year for Saint Nick

So, there ain’t no chance he gonna pass me up

Got some Cocoa in a cup and some Hydro in a blunt

That I am gonna smoke with Santa Claus

Get him all shit-faced till the break of dawn

And, watch him fly off in the night

Hey thanks for the presents, I hope you make it home alright

Before he left he said «Hey, Listen Bro»

«Your the first stop I made, I gotta billion more to go»

Later on Christmas Day

My homie Violent J

Came through with a gift for me

And a dope ass fruit cake «aight dawg»

With a phat ass joint with the blue cots

That make ya choke, with some bud, ain’t no choke

Had to take a step back, sit my Egg-Nog down, knocking Rum and cot

I’m fucked up now, but ain’t no body clap, the presents are wrapped

Shaggy’s style through with a 40 in a sac «roll it up»

Smoke with Santa, break with the elves

They supposed to stop by at a half past twelve

Shit, if I would of known we was getting shit for free

I would have pulled my dick out!