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And there he was all dressed in black
Stuffing the baby in his sack
His pants below his waist, do-rag on his head
And below his hat, Santa had a dread
He was a rough-tuff, buff man
Rings on his fingers and tattoos on his hand
His sleigh was tricked out
It was a black and gold mustang with an engine that shout
Inserting drugs might be crazy
But that's exactly what he did to the baby
He took a needle and stuck it in her arm
Didn’t really care if he caused any harm
He used the baby as his lab rat
Testing drugs, using needles that were long and fat
When he stuck it in, the baby cried
She ODed and almost died
Santa just couldn't take it anymore
He shut the door and gave her what she was crying for

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