Anti-Christ

[Verse 1]

I thought Christmas time was meant to be the time for celebrate and cheer
More shit in December than any other month out the whole year
Raindrops and snowflakes never really falling instead
New Year’s resolution bullets coming down on my head
Working over-time shifts for T.V. commercial over-priced gifts
Spirit of Christmas was the undercover mother of ho’s (oh ho, ho, ho)
Shop at the last minute, holiday stress if you ain’t in it
Given to the Santa taking advantage of an off-ramp of a freeway
Give to gеt certificates on a presеnt, sign mine treat-or-trick
Isn’t it a Halloween remodeling,, making up for the guilt day
Looked up Old Nick in the Old Dictionary, got a click, kinda scary
Trip, Old Nicholas short for Saint Nick, definition D-E-V-I-L
Saint Nicholas when said quick enough, equals Santa Claus, nah, that ain’t all
Santa’s letter changed around spells Satan (everybody faking, that fat)
Santa’s holding out his claws in front of malls, all’ll pause, lost for this false prophet
Will pay the cost by the present, plus break him something off proper
X out the Christ Mass for this masked men, now I have to ask
Was it all a scam to try to outcast J.C.?
For the Anti-Christ

[Verse 2]
I was pissed, ‘cause parents did punish their children for telling lies
But then lie to them concerning the guy who doesn’t exist (yes he does)
So how can a child be happy on the day he discovers his mommy and daddy
Both had built him up to the biggest holiday of the year with out-right lies
When the kid starts understanding that he’s been played by his whole family
Who does he trust, or does he hush, cause what he was taught to worship’s all jive
Scolded, for not appreciating everyone’s efforts to deceive him
He conforms his new warrants to the reasons for the season
Of the Anti-Christ

[Verse 3]
Written in the Old Bible, fuck worshipping idols
Yet Christianity and Paganism held hands back in the days
When Santa Claus was bell worship, posing as Christ himself
Heard it was no such thing as flying reindeer and rabbits really don’t lay eggs
Fake hearts, leprechaun, jack-o-lantern, each and all of them are crooks, then again
Frosty’s a kamikaze and the tooth fairy, how the bitch look?
Here come the worshipping of the mistletoe and the decorated tree
Early festivals of the ancients brings to the prostitutes of the 2G
Balls representing planets, God-damit, nuts representing stars
Oh and it’s elves who are really druids who hung dead babies on their trees
All mythological, illogical logic, if at all possible watch
Here comes Peter Cottontail, should have known, ‘cause I could smell
An Anti-Christ

[Verse 4]
Jeremiah 10:2-6, Chris Kringel never got the crucifix
Yet tell that it isn’t Goddy, knowing who’s been good or naughty
Around the whole wide world? Please (please, please)
Sitting on the throne, kids jock him, teaching happiness is found in materials
To me sounds like a spiritual conspiracy scenario which one day could lead to looting
Guess who’s coming to town, whoever it is best know now
Any Santa seen coming down my chimney, I’ma shoot him
‘Cause he’s an Anti-Christ

[Outro]
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