Yo Santa you better pull your pants up
You better get your hands up
Yo Santa you better pull your pants up
You better get your hands up
Yo Santa what's up?
Creeping around our house like an insomniac
Give me a panic attack
What's with the suit and hat?
Only white stuff I see looks like your dandruff
Oh no now I can see your crack
You're like a bandit with a sandwich
You're a phantom, a gangster with propaganda
What's that smell? You been drinking my cognac?
You too fat to fit down that chimney stack
You look jacked, it's whacked
You're a little light handed
I'll give you some feedback
You need to stop dressing up, man up
Did you come to rob our piggy bank?
You the piggy ate all the snacks
I think you planned to rob my bank
You drank all the booze cause you stank
I ain't saying thanks and these ain't blanks
This moment's a Kodak, where you at?
What you hiding under that blanket?
I caught you red handed
Put you hands up like I commanded
I ain't giving you a second chance
Yo Santa I ain't robbing you
I'm a cop you fool