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letra de insanity claus - millicow

[intro]
yeah, it’s millicow!
hold up, where’s the beat at?

[refrain]
play me a l!ck with a fast attack
and a bass that hits like an acid tab
with a kick so thick that my d-ck gets big enough
to use the tip to tip my hat
now where’s my snare? i gotta trap
me a bear for the hair that’s on its back
i don’t care if it’s kodiak, brown or black
got a nip in the air i need a coat to wrap

[verse 1]
around my back my flow is fast and cold as frozen soda
north dakota? minnesota? take your toyota corolla
into canada and roll it from ontario and go on
through the land of the trudeau but hey no voting for that moron
on the road to north pole, toward the home of eskimos
building domes out of snow, will they eat my bones? i don’t know
cause i been told i’m like a polar bear the color of the coal that’s
overflowing from my stocking on the morning of the holi-
day, hey, what did he say?
i gotta stop jingling my b-lls all day?
santa claus watched me m-st-rbate
and i’m the one that’s not okay?
come on saint nick you gotta change
do you get your paycheck from the nsa?
to look at my d-ck while i’m in the break room
milking my c-ck and the clock at the same time?
and on that topic i heard through the grapevine
that mrs claus has lost her dang mind
you constantly watch guys cum like a g-y guy
now you can’t perform for your own dang wife
you’ve lost all your sauce and you can’t get it up
testosterone dropped to the negative
“what the f-ck, santa? you suck in bed!”
i know it’s exactly what she said
she told me herself when she gave me head i
boned your wife and we had a great time
don’t tell the elves or they might hate my
guts for taking their sl-t on date night
uh oh! i just f-cked up big time
now you know why they work late nights
i ought to shut the f-ck up or they might
cut my head off in broad daylight
[refrain]
play me a l!ck with a fast attack
and a bass that hits like an acid tab
with a kick so thick that my d-ck gets big enough
to use the tip to tip my hat
and where’s my snare? now i gotta trap beat
in the air, and i’m going so hard
i don’t care if it starts a heart attack
the sh-t i spit is automatic

[verse 2]
oh yeah! that’s an honest fact
i came here to become a god of rap
on the grind until i’m one of the best
and they fear when millicow’s on the track
… i’m on the right track
to achieve my dreams and reach the peak
in my train of thought that runs on steam
burning christmas coal when i bring the heat
i’m invincible, do you see what i mean?
i’m an endless soul in a piece of meat
and when i go to sleep in peace
i know i know with god i’ll meet

a warm embrace, sweet like honey. we’ll talk and joke and he will tell me
“that song you wrote, in 2024, you know, was pretty funny
about santa claus, oh man the fun we had with all your time performing
and most of all, supporting your family. i want every man to do that for me”
i’ll face everything i’ve done here
the pain and love i gave to others
and judge myself, on what i did right
and what i need to work on next time
i might be born in the next run
in the north pole wrapping presents
so a rapper can joke about having s-x with
my wife cause i’m old and my wiener don’t ween no
more, so sore, defeated by p-rn, beating my pener and cream on the
floor, and door, i need to find more; oh lord i see where the snow in the
world, comes from, i am the source, my cum is freezing and i got a
lawyer for our divorce; i guess she really was serious
now mrs. claus is taking everything that santa owns
his factory, his reindeer, and especially their home
and santa with his g-y beard has nowhere else to go
so he’s coming down your chimney and he’s blowing his load
underneath your tree, eating your cookies then he goes
with a belly full of milk to invade another home
he used to only come once every twelve months but
now he’s bouncing house to house all year round, you better watch out
are you watching? that could be him outside your bedroom window
and you’re not just searching feet pics and m-st-rbating alone
he knows when you are sleeping, and he knows when you are w-nking
he knows when you are paranoid, so you better be afraid!
and mrs claus, that hoe, is flying home from the bank
and she’s laughing ho ho ho, ho ho ho all the way
cause she’s making crazy dough with her millions of slaves
selling junk to the world instead of giving it away

- millicow

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