Drawing inspiration from alcohol and laundry day, The Sugar Mamma Backpacks are dragging the status quo to new lows with an extreme disregard for tact or musical talent.
opium with rum is one hell of a drug!! So is windex!
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SNOWTIME WHISKEY SPIPPIN'
Santa raining gifts of death
Elves cracked out on crystal meth
Rudolph spewing firey breath
Christmas has arrived
WHAT IF SANTA RAINED GIFTS OF DEATH?
AND THEY CAME IN THE SHAPE OF LOLLIPOPS!??
CONFECTIONARY DEATH OF ELVISH SKIN!!!
FA-LA-LA-LA-FA-LA-LA!
WHAT IF SANTA RAINED GIFTS OF DEATH?
AND THEY CAME IN THE SHAPE OF LOLLIPOPS!??
CONFECTIONARY DEATH OF ELVISH SKIN!!!
AND THEY FILL ME WITH SWEET SUGARY GOODNESS!!!
Santa slayed my mom and dead
elves cracked out on crystal meth
Mom and dad lay dead in the bath
Reindeer breath lays firey death
Christmas without hopes or joys
no presents for the good girls and boys
Bitches.
Christmas has arrived...
While Santa is feeling Christmasy
He's kicking back sipping on eggnog and whiskey
I wait with my shotgun
at the chimney he be coming from
No more Christmas here
We look back - looking back in fear
Happy fucking holidays bitches...
Happy motherfucking holidays bitches...
And stuff...
Santa raining gifts of death
Elves cracked out on crystal meth
Rudolph spewing firey breath
Christmas has arrived
