Frosty the blow man, he was made of cocaine. He wasn't snow; so you know, I am higher then a plane...
Jingle bells, go to hell, I hope you die today! Santa's coming to kill you and nothing you can say WILL STOP ME! Jingle balls, jingle bells, ho-ho-holy shit! Prepare to die, you bastard kids, you are a piece of shit!
Santa's dreaming of a playboy model...one who will sit in Santa's lap. Oh, she can have the giant bazoombas, and a face full of pretty, and Santa will stuff her stocking!
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Death a la Mode