Dear Santa
Was on a road trip and felt like writing some shit, enjoy :) #SlimJim #SeventhCircle LYRICS: (Dear Santa)/ you asked what I wanted and now here I am givin’ you some real answers/ I’d really be thankful if you could sneak me a bandana, and maybe even a paid trip to Atlanta/ no for an answer ain’t somethin that I’m havin I’ve been a good kid/ did my chores without askin/ on which fateful day I’ll be paid for these actions/ so your reaction should be “Oh, he can have em!”/ full blast on this heat through your tape deck/ raining down rhymes it’s time for a rain check/ mayday, hit the deck; payday, get the checks/ space age brain waves flayin your intellect/ making’ you disconnect; the Matrix is in your head/ it’s a hay day, ain’t referring to some pigs or hens/ make way for the new race of the kids with pens/ I pray they refrain from breakin your little head/ anyway, let’s continue with this shit/ slowin it down so you can scribble all the shit I list/ I picked these wishes for you to grant/ and don’t you tell me that you can’t/ or I’ll take all eight of your reindeer and give em a taste of verbal cancer/ first is the new game Spider-Man/ then I want a Hearse with the fur seats so I can bury/ these clowns tryna diss me/ filthy bars I’m spittin’ need Oxyclean/ add that to the list along with lean/ I need some stress relief get me some bedding sheets/ and a wedding ring to sell on EBay for some checks, cha-ching/ get me a chick with some baffling breasts/ I need help passin my graphing test/ Help these people realize that I’m talent manifest/ you’d be the actual best, if you could meet my last behest/ I want Sam with the wet wet to accept my goddamn battle request//
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Was on a road trip and felt like writing some shit, enjoy :) LYRICS: (Dear Santa)/ you asked what I wanted and now here I am givin’ you some real answers/ I’d really be thankful if you could sneak me a bandana, and maybe even a paid trip to Atlanta/ no for an answer ain’t somethin that I’m havin I’ve been a good kid/ did my chores without askin/ on which fateful day I’ll be paid for these actions/ so your reaction should be “Oh, he can have em!”/ full blast on this heat through your tape deck/ raining down rhymes it’s time for a rain check/ mayday, hit the deck; payday, get the checks/ space age brain waves flayin your intellect/ making’ you disconnect; the Matrix is in your head/ it’s a hay day, ain’t referring to some pigs or hens/ make way for the new race of the kids with pens/ I pray they refrain from breakin your little head/ anyway, let’s continue with this shit/ slowin it down so you can scribble all the shit I list/ I picked these wishes for you to grant/ and don’t you tell me that you can’t/ or I’ll take all eight of your reindeer and give em a taste of verbal cancer/ first is the new game Spider-Man/ then I want a Hearse with the fur seats so I can bury/ these clowns tryna diss me/ filthy bars I’m spittin’ need Oxyclean/ add that to the list along with lean/ I need some stress relief get me some bedding sheets/ and a wedding ring to sell on EBay for some checks, cha-ching/ get me a chick with some baffling breasts/ I need help passin my graphing test/ Help these people realize that I’m talent manifest/ you’d be the actual best, if you could meet my last behest/ I want Sam with the wet wet to accept my goddamn battle request//
sick man!