Frosty Tips

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Frosty the Blowman (No)
Has a very big bag of coke (Oh my fucking God)
So we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
His girlfriend sucked my North Pole
(For real, dude, what the fuck?)

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
(Ayo) Ayo we back on the naughty list
Grabbed the frickin' blowdryer, melted down his body with it
Doin' it by candlelight so we can say the party's lit with
All these hoes and these reindeer
Rudolph, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen (Slut)
Top hats, corn cob pipes, fuck that
Frosty the puddle in the funnel where the fun's at
Shotgunning liquor, feeling sick, jump back
Or else I'ma vomit on your sonogram and your son's dad
Strapped with a fanny pack affixed with mistletoe
Your wife's got an X mustache, where this dick will go
Handing out these gifts fast, hit you with a big splash
Belly flopping diss tracks, stupid bitch, get low
Lower than your morals and idea of standards
Can see me as Santa be slaying the competition with damage
And the scene we leaving it in a constant state next to manic
'Cause this Christmas magic is savage and tragic
Don't panic 'cause who?

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Frosty the Blowman (Dude)
Has a very big bag of coke (You know, screaming isn't singing)
So we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
His girlfriend sucked my North Pole

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
Oh no, Legz about to go rogue on Colombians homegrown
It's no longer coke nose, now it's called a snow globe
Brewing in my nostrils, zooted I get hostile
Lately you shake me, I get crazy, atmosphere is awful
Whip, what's that? (A dead bitch) What? No (Fuck)
We ain't doing "Fallout" again, just fuckin' push her in the snow
([Time to fucking go!?])
Actually, you and Frosty related? (Why?) You both blow men
I know you playin' the other side (Quit it) since Edward Snowden
Just joking, I know my focus is broke
And I'm hoping you overdose, go and become a ghost
And float with this notion I propose, so hear me out and be open
Maybe, just maybe, just maybe
You'll leave me the fuck alone for a moment (God)
Just kidding, don't get mad and start atting me
I'd love hanging out with a couch potato
While I'm out here moving erratically
Matter of fact, fuck that, (Psyche!) this Holiday EP's a travesty
I'ma deck the halls with a flamethrower and do it happily
Fuck you and

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Frosty the Blowman (Dude, shut up)
Has a very big bag of coke (Oh my God)
So we robbed him fast and snorted his stash
His girlfriend sucked my North Pole
See what you're supporting? This is your fuckin' fault