
Hey Santa Claus you c.unt
Where's me fuc.kin bike
I've unwrapped all this other junk
And there's nothing that i like
I wrote your f.uckin letter
And I’ve come to see you twice
You worn out geriatric fart
You forgot me f.uckin bike
If I wanted a pair of bloody thongs
I would've bloody asked
And this cowboy suit and ping-pong set
You can shove right up your

