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I see the trust in their eyes whilst dressed in this disguise.
These feeble minded young cattle
Are going too experience Christmas in a new way!
Witness the demise of your family
I take your children in their sleep
Their souls are mine too keep!
Useless cries for help echo as they are dragged into my lair!
Arriving in my bloody sleigh
Slaying your whole family
Burning down your Christmas tree!
Stealing all pubescent seed
Devouring your cookies and milk
Feeding corpses to my reindeer
A pyrotechnic show will see the end of your family
Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot!
In my lair they lie bound in the thousands.
A painted portrait of my agony
In my lair they lie bound in the thousands.
A painted portrait of my agony
I fucking hate this time of year!
It driven me crazy!
Falling into insanity!
I will end the lives of these children and will be named as the demon of Christmas
Beloved by many who knew my name
The trust in their eyes died
As they realized their inevitable demise at the hands of Saint Nik
I see the trust in their eyes whilst dressed in this disguise.
These feeble minded young cattle
Are going too experience Christmas in a new way!
Witness the demise of your family
I take your children in their sleep
Their souls are mine too keep!
Slowly beheading all the Christian seed I've gathered
Morphing into thee abomination of Christmas
Slowly beheading all the Christian seed I've gathered
Morphing into thee abomination of Christmas
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As the snow sprinkles all around
I fill with joy at the sleigh bell sound
This is the most festive time of year
With children full of Christmas cheer
Jingle bells jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to murder kids who’ve gone astray
Tie them up in a sack, take them to my car
Run them down repeatedly until they scream no more
Take the corpses and begin
To lift them high above with sticks
Bring out the tinsel and the bobbles
Decorations for this Christmas display
So gather round and witness this work of art
One last touch for completion
Time to light this Christmas tree
Lighter fluid and a match
Let them burn
Happy birthday Jesus!
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On the first day of Christmas
I lost my Sanity
At the sound of Carols echoing
On the second day of Christmas
I burnt my family
2 dead parents and my neighbours hanging from their pear tree
On the third day of Christmas
I start my killing spree
I took Santa from the store,
blood stained floor, as I bludgeoned him until his death I saw.
On the fourth day of Christmas
I grab my rusty sword
Running down the street
Hacking at the kids
Cutting off their heads
What was covered in white is now red
On the fifth day of Christmas
The cops are on to me
Time to get away
Find a place to hide
Until they pass me by
I've got to get out
Get the fuck away from the scene
On the sixth day of Christmas
I steal some cunts car
Driving on the side walk
Heads pop under tires
Bodies bounce off wall
I'm overcome with joy
As I play with my new toys
That being the entrails dragged behind my brand new sleigh
On the seventh day of Christmas
It time to smoke some weed
Hang them by their feet
Line them down the street
Make them fucking bleed
This fuels my need
As I continue to feed
Every fucking year it's the same thing. Better fucking buy. SPEND SPEND SPEND. Don't you see that they have you under complete control. You are a puppet in their consumerism campaign.
On the eighth day of Christmas
I've done my bloody deed
As their screams fill the air
Crying in despair
Carving at their throats
Dismembering all hopes
My vengeance I have reaped
Making mothers scream
Weeping at the seem
As my seed has now been spread.
On the ninth day of Christmas
They find my lifeless corpse
in the corner of my shed
Hanging by a thread
Severed at the neck
shotgun to the chest
Ripped up at the legs
A Message etched in skin
For this unholy sin
And a grin from ear to chin
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Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe.
Now dashin' through the snow.
In a candy right top 6-4,
over the hills I go.
Laughin' at this hoe.
Nuts on rich and rings.
Makin' me feel right.
Oh what fun it is to know,
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight.
So ring them bells, ring them bells,
Shes takin' it all the way.
Oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
Oh yay!
Tis the season to get busy
Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick.
Carl, this christmas song sucks dick.
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me,
three pounds of indo,
two birds of cocaine
and a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas,
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas,
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
and have a fucked up new year!
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Cerebus - Satan Bells
03:04
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Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the snowman is a fairytale they say
He was made of snow but the children
know how he came to life one day
There must have been some magic in that
old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
he began to dance around
Oh
Frosty the snowman
was alive as he could be
And the children say he could laugh
and play just the same as you and me
Thumpity thump thump
thumpity thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpity thump thump
thumpity thump thump
Look at cuntly go
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I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I'm just gonna fuck your girlfriend
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby to me?
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
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