Filtered against demons and stuff
Going deep cover past enemy lines Making everybody think I'm on the Christmas side Rockin' warm sweaters, hangin' big ass lights If the fat man could see me yo it's gotta look right I'll watch all the TV specials that I never could I'll even cry during the sad ones like James Bond would And when the big night comes, it's time to set the bait Cold milk, hot cookies, decorative plate! And hear him down the chimney And then it'll be just him and me But he won't know we're enemies Cause I'll play sincere Bring a trap, like that Hug him tight, get on his lap And tell him he can come back every year Cause I am Jehovah's most secret witness So I might have to dedicate my life to Christmas And act just like I love it 'til the day I die...