Santa; An Underdog Story

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Jesus would've never guessed,
He's about to be shown up by this ariyan mess,
What the fuck bro,
I was already put to the test,
Santa is said to be his brother,
Blessed be Gifts,
Morning after,
Hung on the Crucifix,
Sanat's got nothing,
Just things he can't fix,
And Provoking theories to the form of stockings,
Mrs Claus lick up the frosting,
Jesus and I invented docking,
was a loss made to destroy my Status,
Got said he made us,
Then he played with us,
Gave up his son Jesus to the Romans,
to show his forgiveness,
Omnipotence wasn't invented yet,
Girls still ignore Santa on Snapchat,
Mrs, Claus eats too many flapjacks,
Back when we had sex on the present sack,
Jesus, when I looked up
You were smilin back,
With Abe Lincoln and Stephen Hawking,
Hardly recognised,
He was walkin and talkin,
Wasn't rocket science,
Life isn't fair,
I wish there were enough air to stop being scared of death and my beloved,
Bewary,
Dungeons and dragons,
My hope is that they kill me,
Like Gimora,
My family is hostile,
Onions make me cry,
Dangers can't be so versatile,
But as stupid as florida,
I'm big like Canada,
We'll see if I know ya,
If you be hot,
You'll be poring like Niagara,
Santa got laid,
On his Birthday,
Had to lay off the milk to see his dick again,
Viagara's an old friend,
During this period,
he takes dick pics,
And sends them to all his North Pole quick dips,
Semen tastes like Candy Canes,
And dick stripped red and white,
Slappin that ass,
Mrs. Claus will match,
Elf orgies are in high demand,
They love to help,
give an extra hand,
as small as oopa loompas,
The Truth is that fuckin you good is what they've planned,
What did the orpahn kid get for Christmas,
Cancer, Ha!
As funny as Kanye West,
Eating fishdicks,
We're all blips,
Life is short lived,
It is what you make it,
But so many things in the world,
Work against exactly that,
Don't need a flashback,
Some people need to see to believe,
That's naive,
Suffering is around in other means,
Places exist,
Start walikin til you stop seein simialr faces,
Santa,
For Christmas,
My Dad bought my Mom so mace,
Just in case,
He'd make a mistake,
Bam! Gone all away,
Like Fate,
His state,
Gave my Mom the right to shoot him in the face,
Red faced,
Blind to the door he got locked behind,
Never again allowed inside,
Bitcheds fillin my whole life,
Lookin out the window,
See my Dad,
Outside in the cold, snickering,
The Big Bad Wolf,
Hope he doesn't get to me,
My Ma protectin me,
Santa! Stop Eatin pussy,
Help Please,
Thirteen without a daddy,
To fill the important duties,
PIckin from litters of beauties,
All to choose from,
But beauties expect douches,
These bitches,
Most of them are doofuses,
This day and age,
Sugar daddies are makin moves and shit,
Pimps running Government,
The hood never speaks,
Or your slit or forced to dip,
Curious to whom runs it,
Whoever? Celebrities fuck em,
Driving lambos up the driveway,
Gangster chain of command,
Smokin three dabs,
Pass the blunt to the right,
Don't fight,
We got enought kush for the night,
Peace!

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