harmony I wish every day could be like Christmas, I do I saw a child sit with old Mr. Clause, Looked him in the eye and he asked old Santa what peace
woogie Santa Claus Boogie woogie Santa Claus Boogie woogie Santa Comes this time every Christmas day Well it's rock, rock, rock Mr. Santa Jump, jump, jump Mr. Santa
Well, well, well, what have we here? Santa Claus, huh? Ooh, I'm really scared So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha You're jokin', you'
He's ancient, he's ugly I don't know which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first When Mr. Oogie Boogie says There's
saw Santa) Come on Santa (Santa on the rooftop) Bring it over here (I saw Santa) Lay it on me! (Santa on the rooftop) Santa on the rooftop...
a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at it Man I'd hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it I can't imagine it, that little
fucking with college chicks Or keep em ass bottom bitch Star like astrologist, so what the problem here No love loss, for a second played me Santa Claus
in 86 and I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks Same ol' shit, same lame shit Mr. Santana
bad muthafucka Gimme that goddamn book Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton It was a silent night, yes, a holy night Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa
Santa Claus Boogie woogie Santa Claus Boogie woogie Santa Comes this time every Christmas day Well, it's rock, rock, rock, Mr. Santa Jump, jump, jump, Mr. Santa
So make it forever mine [Verse Two: Wyclef] Time after time, you get better like fine wine I look into your eyes and see your soul in the skyline Call me Mr
I heard there is no Christmas In the silly Middle East No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus They have different religious beliefs They believe in Muhammad
burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr
eyes Dear Mr. President (Mr. President) My letter to the President The President Dear Mr. President (Mr. President) My letter to the President The President Dear Mr. President (Mr
Mr. Garrison: I heard there is no Christmas In the silly Middle East No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus They have different religious beliefs They believe
Mr. Hankey: Santa Claus is on his way He's loaded goodies on his sleigh To drop them off on Christmas Day And I'll say Howdy Ho! Kyle: Mr. Hankey,
guy He's ancient, he's ugly I don't knoe which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first When Mr. Oogie Boogie says There'