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The North Pole's Mine
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Grandma got Murdered by a Reindeer
Leaving Corporate Clause’s office christmas eve
You may say there’s no such thing as Killer christians
As for me & the ghost of Grandpa, we believe
Grandma got Murdered by a Reindeer
Leaving Clause Corp office christmas eve
You may say there’s no such thing as Grandma (not no more)
As for pee & DEATH CAT, we don’t believe in anything
She wouldn’t sell her soul nor her sweaters
Out through evil elf sweatshop slave labor
Wanted to keep the x-mas spirit pure
Once Corporate Clause heard this..he was sure to make her disappear
X-mas morning we found her body
laying cold in the snow covered ditch
her automobile flipped on over
the blood was enough to make your soul twitch
Tire trax across her fragile broken back
A bullet wound right through her head (execution style)
Her homemade sweaters sprawled out in the ditch
brains & blood all over
There was no doubt that she was dead
Her sweaters coated in blood & blown out brains
These were no ordinary reindeer games
In that ditch we found a candy cane striped crack pipe
engraved upon it was “Dasher” the killer’s name
Replaced all the reindeer’s mushrooms
with methanfetamine & crack
Git them dangerously angry & riled up
behind the wheel of an automobile, ready to whack
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20 cents an hour 11 hour day
40 min break for crappy food
crackin the whip on these kids
make toys for western girls & boys (or whomever)
this hell job seems like forever
You’re under 12, can you hold it together?
Violation of Labor Laws left & right
not shopping could make it right
so pull out your credit cards
Cause Corporate Clause strikes tonight!
Isoamyl acetate
poisoning elf children left & right
Outdated laws that don’t do shit
suicide nets over a fatality pit
tuck on in your tiny bunk of a cage
the tears & blood across the sea
To try make a buck on American children’s dreams
The fear & terror fills me with some rage
X-mas holiday is completely fucked up to me
ICT Care doesn’t care
It’s an Icy tear & wear
on a child's hands & heart
How the hell did this mess all start?!
your holiday spirit has fallen further apart
Here comes Corporate Clause
Here kills Corporate Clause
Killing all the world around him
taking all the money
takin resource
stress lines through divorce
Brainwash advertising
Selling profit dreams
Plastic over producing
jingling out your wallet through your heart’s seems
Coca-Cola wants to to try
their sugary classic shit
So they can continue to take over
until the whole world is a burning pit
Prove your love
by buying things
every X-mas year
whether you need or want it
better wrap a gift
to show that you care
obligation, stress sensation
charge up your cards
let’s get ready to manufacture
plastic and more shit that kills
kills the planet, kills our air
Getting objects to show you care
does it feel real or fake
you’re conditioned until you break
pre-programmed since birth
Realize the terrible truth
What else is gonna take?
wanna be charged for each snow flake?
I remember my Cow Rape Milk Chocolate x-mas calendar!
how i loved my murder cow RAPE MILK Chocolate! x-mas calendar
year ‘round, but amped up more global farts
from fatality of innocent cows
all dignity of life forced to bow
Chinese Children Elf Slaves
On the 20cent hour workin Wage
Isoamyl acetate
fills kiddos lungs, hey!
Now they meet their grim fate
Shopping malls filled for the x-mas date
the jingle bells have all rung wrong
come on now, don’t ya wanna sing this cheery song?!
Corporate Coke Clause
Crackin the whip
takin all the rivers without pause
Don’t ya want a cola sip?
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Corporate Clause sends his message from the North Pole mother fuckers!
AI advertising hacked into the minds of what we most fear
and here again in the blank canvas of what snow? they appear
Open fire! I thought they had retired
bullets raining sideways into Moon 13
Our hideaway, how can we see?
It seem to be another case of stressful misery
when the bullets zip past you and me
what we gonna do? take no shit from the enemy!
Oh but Oshka ain’t takin no shit
got an ornament grenade and he’s about to throw it
this war is about to get lit
when we stormin' in to fuckin' explode all it
Return of the Snowman Mafia
Return to no man’s onomatopoeia
What’s this idea?
of rat-a-tat-tat-tat pow pop bang!
Now we see ya, and this attack ain’t our game
goin' to war with what’s now outside of our brain
semi-automatic
frosty gun fanatic
these monsters from my mind’s attic
Holiday madness gone bat shit
menacing balls of snow
more deadly than one could know
rolled into 3 times 4 though
they’re stormin' in so we here go!
bullets of ice ain’t so nice
shootin' up the place times twice
opposite the sound of mice
and much louder than a knife
and no it ain’t nice
like rollin dice for your life
cause it’s a gamble when this shit goes off the handle
Wish I could ring the handbell
for some charity of love but killer instincts kick in
Now with our banana candy cane guns flippin’
retaliate!
before it’s too late
not makin' another dying mistake
i’m gonna melt these mothers
like a blood snow frosty cake
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Crashing through the Snow
If we die, no one will know
Over the bridge we go
Screaming down the way
Devil’s they begin to sing
We’re in a deadly fight
Our bleeding wounds really sting
Chaos through the night!
Sleigh ride to the Death,
Slay to DEATH
Elf robots Oh no!
Oh, what’s to come? When your sanity like the snow, completely melts away? Hey!
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Snowball battle to the DEATH!
This Winter Solstice We gonna get dark wet
How much presents ya wanna bet
that you’ll freeze & bleed
down in the snow, on your knees
Snowball battle to the death!
exploding balls of ice & snow
I see you frosty winter breathe
hit in the face and there ya go
Flyin and cryin winter blue
icey cold is gonna get to you!
grenande snowballs is all that falls
besides your corpse and ice cold balls
corporate cola coked santa & all
here comes another snowball
evil martians & elf robots
ice hittin all your soft spots
snow fly winter blots
knickin out yo watts!
corporate cola santa on coke and all
here comes another snow ball!
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No, Oshka’s Not Tree
02:35
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Oh, Oshka not Tree
No Oshka not a tree
& despite my pink branches/Can’t you see I can talk & breathe
I came from Space
far away place
was planet,
I no longer could inhabit
Cause everyone think
I’m christmas tree
cause I have branches
Although they’re pink
They can’t see
My odor different stink
sorry to burst your bubble
I kind of short
like a trendy tree
Although I’m animate
& you I can see
“I don’t even celebrate X-mas, I’m Jewish!”
Immigrated to Poland Earth
After WWI migrated to USA
where I live today
Smuggled booze
In prohibition hippy days
sold cocaine
in many ways
I used to be mafia mofo
smuggled drugs in altho
Paid my dues
Wayne County prison blues
questioned every life decision ooo
Became producer-editor
for Planet 9 Films
as means for
honestly, to pay my bills
& now no one’s guts get spilled
I no longer have to kill
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Fly Agaric Reindeer
04:14
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Here Cometh Krampus’ Claws
Here strikes Krampus’ claws
Here comes Krampus’ Claws
right down your child’s back
hear them screaming
without spanking
then a sudden crack!
Horns & claws
hooves creep ‘round
the fire then dies down
Not to confuse you with old Scrooge
He’s cousins with Nain Rouge
across their throats
down the chimney,
ready to strike & kill
Let’s close your eyes
& you can pretend
he’ll vanish back into the night
Christmas cookies, well hung stockings
There just is no stopping
Say your prayers with tears in your eyes
Cause tonight, your child is gonna die
Krampus knows that there’s no god
you’ve been naughty, alright
Use the rod & eat the child
Cause it’s Krampus beast and you can’t hide!
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Santanalia
04:42
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Jimpy Bells
02:58
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