I've heard tales of years gone bye
when Santa had these fucked up eyes.
That Mrs Claws had given him shit
he'd then take it out on all the kids.
He wears a hat and beard of snow
sneaking down your chimney so.
you'd hear the screeching of his blades
when the chimney started giving way.
This fat fucker now in your sights
on this forsaken Christmas night.
His outfit's red and so his blades
he then says, yeah, you want to play.
A twisted fucker thats for sure
that's why they call him Santa claws.
When he catches you, he'll fuck you up
and slowly gut you like a little pup.
Then rearrange your youthful looks
with twenty five slices from his hooks.
He'll then dissect you into twenty five,
and hang you above the Christmas lights.
Sleep well my child, this Christmas Eve
please don't listen for Santa's reindeer's.
And remember not to sneak out of bed
for this sick fucker will slice up your head.
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