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Killers The Don T Shoot Me Santa

Don't shoot me Santa Clause No one else around believes me But the children on the street they tease me I couldn't let them off that easy Believe me Santa, Santa

little thing you asked me to, and I can't believe the things I'm goin through, Don't shoot me Santa Claus When no one else around believes me The children

tempauture , told them kids to enta tha 36, masta meth shiiit biohazaduas is pretentious, do it for tha chemically imbalanced , state ya business, pay me at tha door', ironman hear me raw , 12 inches Sure shot

money, I got the yayo Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit Shot

teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to

rhyme A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you be." He said, "I'ma just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you

you're a rat Not cause you're an outlaw I just can't get over it You couldn't be more of a bitch Said nobody likes me? Shit I don't like nobody They're

motherfucker back, right out the ass son For niggaz don't know how to act, what the deal son I shot the motherfucker back, no doubt son For niggaz don't

a son stolen away I don't want to hear your newscast anymore, it's bullshit I don't want to see your headlines anymore, 'cause they're bullshit I don't