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Santa's Training Terrorist Extended Version (UNDG)
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#9,356 in subgenre today Peak #80
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Peak #4,061
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WyzeMC
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Yes
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July 26, 2007
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MP3 2.3 MB, 128 kbps, 2:27
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Spit an extended version, crappy mic tho.
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santa's comming as we sittin in my house brain cells frying till' we dead as a mouse trap on the floor, hit the bong some more and talk things through till we settle the score... NOW lifes a whore, but what can u do to avoid STDs you gotta watch who u screw You know i ain't spittin' lyrics to try and change your life I just want your mom to be my wife... And now that im your dad Santa is a Joke, Just someone made up from second hand smoke Off this joint in my hand, just a couple more puffs then its Munchie Land YOU get me man? And now your back on track, these lies are your life, until a dick like Bush, stabs u with a knife. He's come to robe the cradle, turn around a beat a Jew with their own dradle And now you see he's able, to fuck up the planet, can't find Osama, but You know that's cause he planned it, soooooo. Just drop bush and not bombs and don't equip these terrorists with fire Arms or the training they need to make the world bleed We all know that famine is beat out by greed I only spit the truth, its music that i bleed So fuck all these leaders and their mother fuckin greed! Yo santa's training terrorists, Bustin into your house Always Bearin' Gifts, Its so easy to trust him, No One Will Bust Him, You'll all see when he blows the world to dusts end! (x2) Now I ain't talkin bout some red Jolly fat Man, Or some bomb strapped muslem from pakistan, an santa isnt really your mom or your dad He's the leader of our countries and thats whats bad. N' Yea santa only comes but once a year In a magical sleigh pulled by mythical deer Maybe high on cocaine, maybe drunk on beer Handing out gifts full o'terrorist gear... But he doesnt even live on your stupid block he's up in the north pole smokin crack rock! buildin shit , for your mother fuckin stocking shooting heroine Ya SANTA's Rocking Yo santa's training terrorists, Bustin into your house Always Bearin' Gifts, Its so easy to trust him, No One Will Bust Him, You'll all see when he blows the world to dusts end! (x2)
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