Buried by Christmas
Lyrics
Merry Christmas ho, ho, ho
I'll be six feet under the snow
Jingle bells along the way
I'm a dead motherfucking and I'm counting my days
I've been too naughty I forgot to be nice
I guess violence is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I'm a dead motherfucker alright
I'll be buried by Christmas
(all I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket,
With black velvet interior
Oh yeah and a bucket of chicken)
Seasons beatings and a jolly farewell
By Christmas eve I'll be rotting so well
In a once horse open sleigh
Straight to hell laughing all the way
I've been too naughty I forgot to be nice
I guess violence is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I'm a dead motherfucker alright
(Santa if you're out there,
And if you can hear me,
Your fat ass better have me a freshly dug grave)
Writer(s): JOSEPH POOLE
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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