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Oi Santa
I’ve got a little list you wanker
So up in your sleigh you clamber
Or I’m teaching Mrs. Claus tantra
And ripping off Rudolph's antlers
Nah, I ain't here for no banter
Keep you lips tied shut like your hands are
Or I’m locking you down in my basement
And telling the world you got cancer

Listen here you tub of lard
Sit still just think of this as any other yard
You’ve got some present to get me or else you're buggered hard
Cause christmas’ll be over not a present not another card
So first off I’ll have a new crib
Fuck this flat I want a house where the views big
The kind of yeard where a bredda like Tom Cruise lives
Garage at the bottom couple cars for me to cruise with
Next I want a rifle with a sniper scope
Sneak in every boy band concert disguised and cloaked
Shoot them in the throat right when they recite the notes
So blood splatters their fans till the stage and mic are soaked
I want every major TV channel overridden
So I can play what I want while all the shows are hidden
24 hour long orgies with loads of women
And a comedy hour of North Korean chauvinism
And have your elves make a Spanish fly cologne
So I don’t have to flirt every chick near me just tries to bone
With X-Ray contacts so I can see through
The bras and knickers of every single one I speak to
I hope youre taking note of whats required nick
I want every last one of my desires ticked
Off of this list so don’t give me none of that crying shit
Or its back in the chimney while the fires lit

Oi Santa
I’ve got a little list you wanker
So up in your sleigh you clamber
Or I’m teaching Mrs. Claus tantra
And ripping off Rudolph's antlers
Nah, I ain't here for no banter
Keep you lips tied shut like your hands are
Or I’m locking you down in my basement
And telling the world you got cancer

Fuck a PlayStation or shitbox
I want a nice big switchblade for rick ross
Shave his fucking beard off and leave the prick tossed
In a pit with freeway rick to see the shit squashed
I want pills and I ain’t talking ecstasy
Make me a drug that extends my life expectancy
So I can postpone my death from where its set to be
Live throughout the ages and truly control my destiny
Next I want the money drained form the 1%
Leave them bankrupt with just enough to fund the rent
Up in blocks so they know what the rest of us underwent
While the 99 watch their bank balance in wonderment
I want the whole worlds nuclear stock
So I can sell it to crazy dictators at 2p a pop
Place a couple of bets on who’d be the top
Contender to drop first. treat it like a fucking movie and watch
I want a delorean so I can time travel
To 100 BC and leave everyone’s minds dazzled
With magic technology healing speaking divine babble
Then come back and see my face in every sublime chapel
And last off I want a spaceship
Something that moves at lightspeed I can escape with
Search space for aliens to see how they live
Then see to it that they’re eradicated

Oi Santa
I’ve got a little list you wanker
So up in your sleigh you clamber
Or I’m teaching Mrs. Claus tantra
And ripping off Rudolph's antlers
Nah, I ain't here for no banter
Keep you lips tied shut like your hands are
Or I’m locking you down in my basement
And telling the world you got cancer

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