Santa Bibby

I am Santa! Santa Bibby! Santa Bibby! That's who I be! I am Santa! Santa Bibby! Who do I be? Santa Bibby! He brings gifts, talks shit, and doesn't care What you think, not a blink, what a stinkin' dink Get the chance? Have a chat, this and that Diplomat, no attack, unless, for it is what you ask But, he don't want to, I'm nice, wait, f*ck! I meant that he's nice, I'm sayin' he's a person multiplied thrice - His pole is pointed north cuz he's got at least nine wives One life - might as well live it like all gold's mine Cuz I'm a gold mine, I have been like, the whole time Too late to the wagon so all you're getting is some coal, bye! Wait, just a second, no, the whole time A snow ride might be the only thing to keep me happy long time A couple hoes for naughty pole time My bells been jinglin' since I sighted in with both eyes I can't deny the tingly feeling between both thighs So, every night I slide inside until I'm tired and my bone dies And when it dies, I'm dead, but not up in the head I'm simply stating that it's time to go to bed Even the best need to reset, don't forget, just cuz I'm Santa That don't mean all requests receive a "yes", k? I am Santa! Santa Bibby! Santa Bibby! That's who I be! I am Santa! Santa Bibby! Who do I be? Santa Bibby! It's Santa Bibby, comin' down your chimney Don't matter the city, guarantee you'll see me Visibly clearly, loud enough to hear me Get it out and feel me, speaking can be healing It's a gift most don't got, that's why I talk a lot When I gotta slow it down, I'm smokin' pot Straight chillin' 'till I plop, and once I wake up, back to work so I remain up at the top