then down the street there rose such a clatter
the po po was coming, aw fVck, it dont matter
then before my bloodshot eyes he appeared
it was santa, followed by 8 tiny queers
Here you are young meathead he shouted with glee
he handed me some tren, some test, clomid for pct
now look here mr stacked, youre one buff mofo
but if i take you to prison for this shit you might turn homo
he picked up his sack, filled with anabolic treats
back to his squad car he fled, in first gear he screached
on his Megaphone he shouted through the night
Im Santa muthafvcka, bitch best get it right
