Lyrics:
Santa S Messin With The Kid

Santa did (he's messin' with me) They call it "Merry Christmas", but I say, Santa's messin' with the kid Oh, ... oh look what Santa did! Oh, ... oh look what Santa

's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight Yeah (It's welfare

cash advances and jenny's back on campus i can't believe that it's september said jenny what's the story, all the chicks in her sorority asked her how

, it gets a lot worse You're gonna have to deal with stress Deal with stress, deal with stress You're gonna be a giant mess When you get back from the war Santa

twin, Dubs on the rim that's t.i.s, Just like pretty Todd I'm g-boy fresh, Got oil comin in and it's strait from da west, And grill throwin mesh on

courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed

it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed

this nigga was fumin' Speakin of my tomb, and she said "Please, Don't even stress shit That's like the average call boy that I mess with And I guess with

, I'ma still come with stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan Rantin and ravin, while you cave in See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though And waxin