Christmas Cypher (feat. Bake the Legend, Nightbreaker, The Stupendium & Ninethie)

The who's that live in Whoville, I simply cannot stand As they sing and they dance and they spring and they prance I'll leave Christmas in shams, steal their tinsel and their hams I'll withold their whole Holiday in the palm of my hand My one gift to thee it will be an eternity of pure misery Termites in my pearly whites My hygiene was never really deemed a priority Cindy Loo tries to change me, show me a newly opening door And I'd love to go I would but I've got self-loathing at four Reindeer number nine, I'm known as Rudolph They looked down on me 'til I rose to the top And Santa know it wouldn't be the same without me Only reindeer with my own song and movie And my name is Rudolph, I'm from the North Pole I'm flying through the air, bringing presents to your home Do not think I'm soft cause I got a red nose The leader of them all but the youngest that was chose Do you like snow? Man, that stuff is something scary Hypothermia is childs play and it is nothing near me Tear your heart out, chew it up, how is that for Frostbite? Feeding on the kiddos, you thought Santa was a boss? Psych! Running? You're hilarious, if I catch up I'm tearing ya Into pieces a bear ain't got nothing on me I'm serious Ain't a joke I'm a demon, evil spirit flows within me Best hope Cringle's only guy who descends down your chimney You come to darken my doorway with wreath and with wine You can keep Christmas in your way, I'll keep it in mine Did you think Uncle Ebernezer would still his quill, have a knees up? This season is no reason currency should sieze and freeze up And there no work houses, prisons, for your occupation? You'd rather die? Please! Descrease the surplus population I don't need Christmas spirits, those bells don't pay their toll I'd keep on spitting fire but I won't spare the coal It's that time of year where children smile and cheer But no smiles will be seen while I am drawing near Deck the halls with entrails, enthral the frail No coal in your stocking, blood clot coughing, during horrified wails It ain't Saint Nick landing on your roof But the greatest of all time getting on a hoof Clippity clack, you've been bad, grabbed and bagged into a sack You'll get more than a cramp when you end up as Krampus's snack, stat