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Bad Santa, yeah
Bad Santa, yeah
Yeah
Gangstas floggin' cars, electric bastards, dapper laughs
I've been tryna work on my hate, mate
Nothin' modern about A Tate, mate
Dapper laughs, big gaffs, locked torment
Badgers kiss, kiss this
Bad Santa, gangsta
Caravan king, Don King
Emperor Ming-in'
Mingin', mingin' you cunt
Bad Santa, yeah
Bad Santa, yeah
Yeah
I watch reels like hamsters love wheels
The 51st state of it hasn't got the big reveals
But what's left out the back, wrapped up, dapper laughs
I fucked your missus, look
When you send the yellow, red sky, red tie
The cone of terror
Maccies on a private jet, arse tremor
The cone of terror, the cone of hell (fuckin')
Fuckin', fuckin'
Bad Santa (fuckin')
Yeah
Bad Santa, yeah
I'll come 'round your house, and I'll cook for you
Why don't you stand outside my house, stare at me too?
It's my car, it's my cash, you cunt
Why's it like, so many people just turn up?
The cunts, don't know, know what?
Fuckin', I don't fuckin' know
Don't know, know what?
Fuckin', I don't fuckin' know
Bad Santa, yeah
Bad Santa, yeah
Bad Santa, yeah