LoF
Beat
Was asleep in my bed when Santa reached for my neck,
He was teaching me best but I was keeping him flexed.
I couldn't fight him off, I was tired and sore
I didn't try it more because of the night before.
I had a nice workout, but this fight hurts now,
I think I pulled a muscle, fuck it, I'll slurp ground
And spit the dirt out like I'm some deadly villain
What Santa needs in his stocking is penicillin.
Fuck reminiscing about candy canes and plums,
He bolts for the door so I grab the chain and RUN.
After this fucking creep, he interrupted my sleep,
I'll gouge his fucking eyes out, blood runs down his cheek.
So that way when he's flying 'round delivering gifts,
He'll crash and burn, that damn belligerent stiff.
That HAD to hurt, that house had a sliver to give,
Grab my shirt and jerk off, be still my quivering tip.