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        Disgust of Christmas; ReX!
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It's the jolly season,
people all for pleasin,
cause of one reason, it's Christmas.
Once a year,
it's here,
good kids need not fear.
Bad kids told they'll get nothing,
but everyone gets something.
The date's easy to remember,
the 25th of December.
Decorations go around,
carols are the sound.
keeping the sprit alive,
now it's time for me ta dive,

What crap!

Time for sales,
sellin toys in bales.
Chrissy spirit out the window,
its the time to make dough,
forget the spirt though.

For the good kids recieve,
as their parents decieve.
Told of the fat red dude,
how they have to leave out drink'n'food.
There ain't a fucken Santa stupid,
this crazy ass world, everyones looptid.
Just a chance to make money,
sorry, that'd be the truth sunny.

Time for sales,
sellin toys in bales.
Chrissy spirit out the window,
its the time to make dough,
forget the spirt though.

Santa where's my baby mac,
look'd all that shit in ya sac.
I've been good all year,
man I ain't even had a beer.
So don't that means I get what I want, right?
I want a fucken gun, not a bike or fucked up kite.
Ya bring toys,
to girls and boys,
I'm a boy,
and a guns a toy.
I've grown up, even got a mow,
so I don't want any shit GI Joe.
Sure maybe back then,
when I was bout ten.
GI Joe was in,
now it's in da bin.
Guns are in today,
people try to dismay,
but guns a'here to stay.

Time for sales,
sellin toys in bales.
Chrissy spirit out the window,
its the time to make dough,
forget the spirt though.

Yo'll,
down da mall.
I'm tellin,
of people sellin.
christmas they flaunt,
and it I taunt.
Gimmicks everywhere,
money's the only care.
This fad,
I wish we never had.
Gimmicks to vend,
when will it end,
but it wont mend.
Christmas I wont celebrate,
cause it's what I fucken hate.