"Hey, it's Christmas. It's Christmas in Detroit, we got a special

Christmas treat. We got Mike Clark on this shit, he's gonna rap.

And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 2 Dope."



It's the holiday season, snow on the ground

Candy canes, cookies sprinkle the town

Everyone's jolly, happy, and merry

The dead sing carols in the cemetary

I went up to the mall to meet the Santa Claus

"Why you wanna meet the Santa Claus?"

Just because he's a star and I wanna get his autograph

"Did you meet the fat bastard?"

You don't know the half

So I'm waitin in the line with my pad and pen

I finally got up to the bitch and he had a grin

He said that he watches me and I'm a disgrace

So I reach for the nine and shot him in his spine

All the kiddies runnin, screamin and cryin

Santa ain't breathin, I think that he's dyin

He's tryin to move so I boot him in his grin

Ahh, bitch should've known about the Santa Claus killa



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Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

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I'm a Santa Claus killa

Bitch what the fuck you know about

You knowin nothin

So fuck turkey and stuffin

I drink a straight forty

Fuck that shitty egg nog

Cause I'm a wicked clown straight up freak dog

I gets paid, I'm pickin up the G shit

And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit

The fat slop doesn't buy my bread and milk

So don't come around bitch and get your cap peeled

I'm Mike Clark

I'm dripping through Clark Park

In a 1981 Sky Lark

And it's dusted, dented and rusted

Don't look or get your lips busted

Santa Claus won't bring me a BM

So I'm gonna choke that bitch when I see him

MC Detroit Big Wheeler

But on Christmas Eve I'm a Santa Claus killa



"Oh, I'm so lonely around christmas, I miss Santa Claus.

He won't come to my house, I wonder if he's scared.

But that's okay, because if he won't come to me, I'll come to him.

Santa I'm coming to see you. Merry Christmas."



It's Christmas Eve

Another time to deceive

I got another trick up my sleeve

He won't leave

I just wait tic-toc-ticky

Somebody told me fuck Saint Nickie

Nick, prick north pole hick

Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that?

Sounds like Rudolph and the whole click

It's time for some down with the clown G shit

I hear the fat bitch in the chimney

Spark up the matches

Fire catches

And I burn that MOTHAFUCKA UP

"Ho, ho.. wha.. wha.. what the fuck!"

Cook his ass with a crackling sound

Watch as the ash comes drifting down

I smoke them bones and I get much illa

The eastside G

The Santa Claus killa



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One last minute, I gets deadly

Sit back children, check the medley

It's cold out, I could give a fuck less

Cause I'm waitin on a bitch in a red dress

A fat bitch with a big white beard

Strapped with a big lead pipe I'm geared

I hear bells, jing-a-ling-ding, jing-ting-ling-ding-a-ling

That's the sound, the dead man hear

The dead man hear when death is near

I take my pipe and say fuck it

Whip and lug it

Straight to the nugget

Out cold in a flash, a dash

Then I pushed his ass off the ROOF and straight jacked the sleigh

The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus killa



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