This is a song about "Colonel stephen watts kearney santa fe"

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

One that could smash on stephen hawking or albert einstein.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

You'll wish you forgot of the watts i shot, kilowatts got you jot,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Underground like stephen kings ''it'' / ill have ur girl feedin for this dick/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her