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  • Santa Claus:
    Sweet robes, Obi-wan-too many days in the sun,
    Stop preachin' homie, teach your flock to covet some fun!
    I bring joy every year, man I represent cheer,
    You represent sandals and a scraggly beard
    I'm from the North Pole, that's why my rhymes are so cold!
    I spit diamonds but I'm serving up some fresh coal,
    You've been a naughty boy, you brought a plague of frogs
    You'd best arrest yourself, you broke your own law
    Or was there something in Rule Six I didn't understand?
    My list says killed Egyptian dude, buried him in sand
    I read your book, you got a strict religion
    No bacon, but mandatory circumcision?
    I'm a jolly bowl of jelly, giving holiday presents,
    But all the chosen people ever get for Christmas is jealous!

    Moses:
    When I was high up on the mountain God revealed the truths of the Earth
    But he never mentioned a fat-ass Papa Smurf
    It takes 9 reindeers to haul your fat-ass
    You took the Christ out of Christmas and just added more mass
    You need to stop breakin into houses and creepin' and peepin'
    On naughty kids while they' sleepin' and keep yo' hands off my stockin'
    Don't you 'Ho Ho' me! I'll split yo ass in half, like I did the Red Sea
    You ain't a saint you' a slaver, like a pharaoh in the snow
    Stop with the unpaid labor, and let my little people go!

    Elves:
    We ain't slaves!
    All that sand turned your brain to mush!
    I think you need to stop smokin' all that burnin' bush
    Yeah, we're magical workers, man!
    We hang with reindeers
    Yo! Here's a GPS!
    Who gets lost for forty years!?
    You're a glorified secretary, so write this down
    Begat deez nuts!
    Santa Claus is comin' to town

    Moses:
    So much drama in the Israe-L B.C.,
    It's kinda hard talkin' directly to the G-O-single-D
    Hand me my chisel, I got a new command'izzle, for y'all
    Thou shalt not let your children sit on a grown man's lap at the mall.
    I'll beat you ten times before the bread can rise, you dummy
    And walk of into the land of my milk and honies.
  • Santa Claus:
    Sweet robes, Obi-wan-too many days in the sun,
    Stop preachin' homie, teach your flock to covet some fun!
    I bring joy every year, man I represent cheer,
    You represent sandals and a scraggly beard
    I'm from the North Pole, that's why my rhymes are so cold!
    I spit diamonds but I'm serving up some fresh coal,
    You've been a naughty boy, you brought a plague of frogs
    You'd best arrest yourself, you broke your own law
    Or was there something in Rule Six I didn't understand?
    My list says killed Egyptian dude, buried him in sand
    I read your book, you got a strict religion
    No bacon, but mandatory circumcision?
    I'm a jolly bowl of jelly, giving holiday presents,
    But all the chosen people ever get for Christmas is jealous!

    Moses:
    When I was high up on the mountain God revealed the truths of the Earth
    But he never mentioned a fat-ass Papa Smurf
    It takes 9 reindeers to haul your fat-ass
    You took the Christ out of Christmas and just added more mass
    You need to stop breakin into houses and creepin' and peepin'
    On naughty kids while they' sleepin' and keep yo' hands off my stockin'
    Don't you 'Ho Ho' me! I'll split yo ass in half, like I did the Red Sea
    You ain't a saint you' a slaver, like a pharaoh in the snow
    Stop with the unpaid labor, and let my little people go!

    Elves:
    We ain't slaves!
    All that sand turned your brain to mush!
    I think you need to stop smokin' all that burnin' bush
    Yeah, we're magical workers, man!
    We hang with reindeers
    Yo! Here's a GPS!
    Who gets lost for forty years!?
    You're a glorified secretary, so write this down
    Begat deez nuts!
    Santa Claus is comin' to town

    Moses:
    So much drama in the Israe-L B.C.,
    It's kinda hard talkin' directly to the G-O-single-D
    Hand me my chisel, I got a new command'izzle, for y'all
    Thou shalt not let your children sit on a grown man's lap at the mall.
    I'll beat you ten times before the bread can rise, you dummy
    And walk of into the land of my milk and honies.