Chorus:



(4x) Jack Frost Nipping At Your Nose



(sample Of Nat King Cole)




I'm Sporting Trippled Down Rain Gear.



Dumping On Flying Rain Deer



And That Overweight Queer With The Red And White Sleeping Apparrel.



Sliding Down The Chimneys But Staring Down This Double Barrel.



I'm Putting Santa On Alphabet I Cal Med I Cal.



It's Survival Of The Fittest As The Milineum Approaches.



By Then The Only Existing Life On Earth Is Real Niggaz And Roaches.



But See,



I'm Colder Than Nuclear Winters, So Concoct The Con-tender.



I'm Make A Nigga Change Agenda.



Change Gender. Change Men Ta



Feminine. Women In Masculine Genetalia.



Seasons Beatings 'til The Next Saturnalia.



Ain't No Competing. Defeating All Persons In Paraphenalia.



Compel Me To Inhale The Aroma.



"I Smell.. I Smell.. I Smell PUSSY!!!"



My Nigga Could Use Some Heart Like A Fucking Organ Donor.



And Conflict? Whenever You Plan It, I'm A Split It Like The Equator.



My Sanskrit Box N' Liquid Nitrogen Strike The Mics Colder Than Polar.



I'm Like "Wonder Twins Activate!": Pimp In The Form Of Icy Boulder.



Missed Assist Sister. Fool, I'll Make Your Scrotum Blister.



Fool, If You Ready To Be The Man Then I'm A Hit Ya



Like Baul Mixler: The Ideal.



I'm The Rhyming Simon Phoenix With That "murder, Death, Kill."



You Got Me All Fucked Up. I'm The Abominable Flow-man.



Kiss Ya Ass Goodbye. Your Record Deal Was Standing Under Missle Toe.



And!! I'm Mandingo. My Cultural Experiences Doesn't Include Kris



Kringle.



Celebrating Satan…No, Sorry: Santa.



It Continues To Be A Mind Boggler



When Black People Be Picking Shit Off The Ground



And Eating It Like A Toddler.



I Shoot The Gift Like Kwanzaa.