Posted by Anonymous on 2013/02/22 under Friends Sleigh bells! How low can you go? Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the toys![x2] Never badder than bad ’cause the Santa is madder than mad We got to demonstrate, come on now, they’re gonna have to wait Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the toys![x2] Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the toys![x2] From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
Death row. What a Santa knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible C, Hidden Friend Number One
“Five-O” said, “Freeze!” and I got numb
Can I tell ’em that I really only had a child’s toy Nerf gun?
But it’s the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell ’cause my records, they sell
‘Cause a Santa like me said, “Well…
…Dasher’s a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do.”
Follow for now, power of the people, say,
“Make a miracle, C, pump the lyrical”
Red is back, all in, we’re gonna win
Check it out, yeah y’all c’mon, here we go again
At the fact that’s corrupt as a senator
Sleigh on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
‘Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I’m saying inside music that the critics are all blasting
Me for
They’ll never care for the brothers and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their naughtiness
They call themselves nice, but we’ll see if they’ll play this
My reindeer is warm, he’s X, I call him Vixen, ya know
He can run a sleigh from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Sleigh control, beat is the father of your rock’n’roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin’, you call a band, man
Makin’ a music, abuse it, but you can’t do it, ya know
You call ’em demos, but we ride sleighs, too
Whatcha gonna do? Santa is not afraid of you
Beat is for Blitzen, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a Claus could be a band
Stand on it’s feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock sleigh bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
“Stan my man, The beat’s the same with a boost toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Don’t need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse’s in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I’m telling you…