Buried By Christmas

Merry Christmas, ho ho ho I'll be six feet under the snow Jingle bells along the way I'm a dead motherf**ker and I'm counting my days I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice I guess violence is my vice So check your list Santa and check it twice I'm a dead motherf**ker all right I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah (All I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket with black velvet interior... Oh yeah, and a bucket of chicken) Seasons beatings and a jolly farewell By Christmas Eve, I'll be rotting so well In a one horse open sleigh Straight to hell laughing all the way I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice I guess violence is my vice So check your list Santa and check it twice I'm a dead motherf**ker all right I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah (Santa, if you're out there, and you can hear me, your fat a*s better have me a freshly dug grave) I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah