Christmas Rap
• Written by IvanSchultz
Santa I'm here for some banta.
You need to drink some fanta.
Here come shady
oh god he's raidin the North Pole.
Hey looks like he's on a roll.
Santa Claus why did ya pause
are ya waitin for the applause
no thanks or Raws from ya fans
aww have I already ruined your plans
oh you left them at your nans.
Look at these trans.
It's pretty much Christmas.
Make a wish miss.
Kiss this, an you may get a surprise
looks like I'm on the rise
with my own demise.
Conceding on Fifa like
omg he actually tries.
His hardest with lard
this is hardest
now who want to be the witness
of this fitness murder scene
I've been seen fleein with
the dead guys ties and lies.
When these kids cries,
you know I shot Santa and
drank a bottle of fanta...
Santa I'm here for some banta.
You need to drink some fanta.
Here come shady
oh god he's raidin the North Pole.
Hey looks like he's on a roll.
Ok Santa. You little wanka.
You wanna ranta bout me
I'll shoot you in the head then flee.
But it's jut me.
I'm white don't have to flee.
Police don't believe that I did it.
Plus this wit could save ma life
so hurry up and get ma knife.
Back on track.
Oh do you really hate Mr Mack.
Bald headed prick.
All he do is lick on a dick.
You wanna see a trick."bang".
Your present for this time of year.
It's finally here.
My words are like actual weaponry.
You gonna step to me.
Didn't think so. You think slow.
That mean you couldn't rap.
So go take another nap
cause your shit is boring.
Even Santa Claus is snoring.
Room full of elves
they sleep on shelves.
Santa I'm here for some banta.
You need to drink some fanta.
Here come shady
oh god he's raidin the North Pole.
Hey looks like he's on a roll.
Ok I think it's time to end.
You want to borrow rap from me
but I don't lend.
Santa this is goodbye my friend.
Don't need no therapist
cause I'm a terrorist in rap
and you just walked into my trap.
Don't sit there and fap.
Come on at least try and rap.
Santa locked down in eminems
basement. With a present(prasent).
I think we need another replacement.
They won't notice or retrace
that final step. Even after they slept,
won't ever figure it out,
even if he shout. Another crazy loon,
here comes the moon,
now I guess it's noon.
There's no more banta.
Throw away the fanta.
Bring out the the strongbow.
After a long flow.
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IvanSchultz
Member since October 15 2014