ite..itz stylz now, change of spellin
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #10,722
Peak in subgenre #6,394
Author
Styles
Uploaded
December 02, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
What motivated you to write this song?
it was nearly xmas so i wrote an xmas track..duh
What is it about?
listen to tha fuckin thing n find out!
What is it about?
yeah..go fuck ya self
Lyrics
haha...yeh...merry christmas muthafuckaz...haha...
intro:
merry..christ..mas...fuckaz!
i'll show my presents then you can suck us (suck us) (presence)
silly muthafuckaz (fuckaz)...hehe...you aint gettin shit from me
"our story begins on december 24th the year 2004...
styles decides to make this christmas a night not to be forgotten..."
verse:
tha night before christmas...im-lyin-tokin (toke)
mouth round a bong n my eyes-wide-open
nearly died-chokin n now i got tha munchies
crept downstairs because i was fuckin hungry
thats when i noticed tha milk n mince-pie
shit looked like a meal to my convinced-eye
wonderin ever since-i smoked that grass
why a midget had a damn tree shoved up its ass
fuck it...i grabbed tha bong n...toke-toke-toked!
thats wen i heard someone shout ho-ho-ho!
quickly responded as i made my gat-look (cock gun)
"yeh now who you callin a hoe you fat-fuck?!" (gun shot)
switch on the gas..ignite tha-fireplace
send santa fryed-faced to a-higher-place..shit! (arrrg)
(taps)i heard a noise-produced n needed proof of-the-truth
so i grabbed a bottle n then climbed on-the-roof
raindeers...quarter litre...i can rock-a-new-hint
so i thought it'd be funny to give um vodka-to-drink
then i climbed inside tha slay, start-without-delay
n flew around tha skies of darkened-out-day
but tha raindeers were pissed up n they started-crashin
n i was fuckin high so i just started-laughin (wind+laugh)
we finally crash-landed at tha north-pole
gained a torn-hole in ma'-torso from tha scorn-cold
i explored-more of this dessert-stop (desert)
saw a few more midgets n a lonely work-shop
i forced my way right through tha-sickenin-weather
n nearly got blown away like a-pigeon-feather
"...our story continues as styles approaches the door of santa's workshop...
again he decides to cause havoc as soon as he enters through the door..."
i stepped through the door, everyone stopped-n-looked (door creek)
so i shown a finger n their jaw's dropped-n-stuck
then got a suck off Mrs. Claus, thats right-bitchez
cummed in her eye n made her see a white-christmas (haha)
sed you can kiss-this as i ran out butt-naked
with a smile on my face from achievin gut-hatred
shit, these drugs are fuckin me up to tha-max
ive even shattered my eyeballs, i can see tha-cracks (shiiit)
now from runnin butt naked ive gone damn-insane
coz next thing i know; im chasin elves with candy-canes
stepped outside when i realised-i-was-bored
n noticed all the raindeers paralyzed-on-the-floor
tha fuckaz didnt get up even when i thrown-calls
so i pulled down my pants n hit um with snow-balls (smack,smack)
tha bastards stumbled up n flew me sky-high
then i pissed on some elves as i shouted "bye-bye!"
before i knew it i was home within died-time
saw a gothic bitch walkin so i did a fly-by (gun shots)
shot that bitch up as i approached oxford-street
then crashed tha damn slay infront of an officers-feet, fuck (crash+siren)
