| It’s Christmas in Hollywood,
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| Santa’s back up in the hood,
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| So meet me under the mistletoe,
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| Let’s fuck!
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| It’s Hanukkah in Inglewood,
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| The dradles spinning in the hood,
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| So meet me by the menorah,
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| Let’s get drunk!
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| Ho-ho-ho, merry Christmas!
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| Just a little story
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| About last Christmas,
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| About some bad kids
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| Who were full of wishes,
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| We gave some gifts
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| And we gave some lovin',
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| The weird kind of love
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| That you give to your cousin…
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| Little Timmy stole from 7−11,
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| So we stopped by his house
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| With a pair of sevens,
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| We drank in his room
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| With some dude named Kevin,
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| But there was still some bad kids
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| Who deserved some presents…
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| Zack got caught with a bottle of Jack,
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| So we slipped down his chimney
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| With an 18 pack,
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| He didn’t leave cookies
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| But we needed a snack,
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| So we took the beer back
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| And I fucked him in the ass!
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| It’s Charlie Scene,
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| Got eggnog in my flask,
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| The holidays are back
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| And all my presents are wrapped…
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| -Like, oh my God, is that Saint Nick?
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| -Kids, give me your list
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| Like it’s the 25th!
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| Been accused of being a bad kid,
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| But I get presents as it is,
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| Mrs. Clause just Myspace’d me,
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| I blew off a date on Christmas eve!
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| So I don’t give a fuck
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| If you’re naughty or nice,
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| You might still get a rolly
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| And a gang of ice,
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| So write your list
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| And never have no fear,
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| Have a Hollywood Christmas
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| And an Undead New Year!
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| -Fuck you!
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| -Now watch the language, ho-ho-ho!
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| I’m about to serve it up For for all you boys and girls,
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| Good kids, bad and even Da Kurlzz…
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| We were chilling at home
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| And decking the halls,
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| So I checked my phone
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| And Santa had called!
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| He said he’d swing by At a quarter to twelve,
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| He said that his jolly ass
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| Needed some help,
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| He said Christmas ain’t a gang
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| But a way of life,
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| 'If you guide my sleigh,
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| I’ll let you fuck my wife'
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| So we jumped in his sleigh
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| And it started to jingle,
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| Funnier than fuck,
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| You can ask Chris Kringle,
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| So we all took flight
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| But something was fishy,
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| He asked for road ahead
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| And started to… kiss me!
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| Underneath his suit
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| Was just a bunch of pillows,
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| Instead of bags of presents
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| He had bags of dildos,
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| I pulled down his beard
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| And it was a monster,
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| It wasn’t Saint Nick,
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| It was a fucking imposter!
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| When we found out,
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| He started to pout,
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| I took my bandanna
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| And I choked him out,
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| I pulled off his beard
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| And I fucked his mouth,
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| Hijacked his sleigh
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| And headed down south!
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| I had a lot of wild nights
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| But tonight was the craziest,
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| Met a lot of Jeffs
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| But this one was shadiest.
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| When it comes to cheer,
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| That motherfucker’s a Grinch,
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| So if you don’t like Christmas,
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| Fuck you, bitch!
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| You kids are in big trouble,
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| Oh boy, ho-ho!
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| Woah ohhh, looks like Santa had
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| A little to much masdfsgand eggnog… |