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I really hate it that my family’s poor!

I really wish I was a rich kid

‘Cause they always get all the pimped gifts for Christmas

Did I get a new Xbox? Fat chance!

While Billy gets a new pony and a lap dance

Plus a tree house mansion and a jet ski

How the hell did he get a pterodactyl?

Gets me!

I thought Christmas was awesome, on and poppin

’til Jane got a slave and Google stock options

And I don’t think you understand

How it feels to see another kid roll up in his Bentley Power Wheels like

“Look at my new ride; Santa just bought it.”

He didn’t get you nothing

‘Cause your mom’s an alcoholic.

He’s right I got some underwear used by my brother

I’m like Oliver Twist, “Please may I have another?”

I opened up a present, and found an eviction notice!

Man, f-ck you Santa!

We’re spending Christmas with the homeless!

Santa must hate the poor kids.

‘Cause Santa only hangs with the rich (Come on)

Santa Hates Poor Kids

Santa Hates Poor Kids

And if you ain’t got money then he ain’t coming

Nothing under your tree tonight!

And all I got was a charm bracelet with no charms

And a discharged G.I. Joe with no arms

And a drunk step dad

Man, I hate it here!

And mom got some cigarettes and half a case of beer

We’re too poor for Christmas music

We A capella!

And our Christmas tree is just a busted umbrella with a bunch of junk glued to it

This sh-t is useless!

And Ravi said Santa also hates you if you’re Jewish.

Santa must hate the poor kids.

‘Cause Santa only hangs with the rich (sing it!)

(Come on)

Santa Hates Poor Kids

Santa Hates Poor Kids

And if you ain’t got money then he ain’t coming

Nothing under your tree tonight!

Santa Hates Poor Kids

Ho, Ho, Ho!

Fuck you Santa! You fat motherfucker!

How d you get so big?

You been drinking butter?

Always acting jolly, I ain’t buying into that

And why you always trying to get kids to sit on your lap?

I heard you touch Scottish boys under the kilt

Hey Fatty Clause!

Stop eating my cookies and milk!

Or I’m going to go to the North Pole and enroll you in gym class.

And next year I’m leaving diet pills and Slim Fast

You see me while I’m sleeping

You creep me out

And while you watching me

Why you got to take your p€nis out?

So bring it Santa!

I’m not afraid to fight, b|tch!

I’ll whup you ass and take a sh-t on your nice list!

I want to take you out in the worst way

If you’re a saint? Why’d you steal Jesus’ birthday?

So keep your dumb gifts Santa, we don’t need you!

And tell the Tooth Fairy, she’s a cheap b|tch too!

Santa Hates Poor Kids (Come on)

Santa Hates Poor Kids

And if you ain’t got money then he ain’t coming

Nothing under your tree tonight!

Santa Hates Poor Kids

And God bless us everyone

Shut the hell up Tiny Tim! You’re not helping