Christmas In Hollywood Lyrics

It's Christmas in Hollywood,
Santa's back up in the hood.
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.

Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas!

It's Christmas in Hollywood,
Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.

It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,

So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.

J-J-J-Just a little story about last Christmas.
About some bad kids who were full of wishes.

We gave some gifts and we gave some loving.
The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin.
Little Timmy stole from 7-11.
So we stopped by his house with a pair of sevens.

We drank in his room with some dude named Kevin.
But there were still some bad kids who deserved some presents.
Zack got caught with a bottle of Jack.
So we slipped down his chimney with an eighteen-pack.

He didn't leave cookies but we needed a snack.
So we took the beer back and I fucked him in the ass!
It's Charlie Scene got eggnog in my flask,
The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped.

Like oh my God is that Saint Nick?
Kids give me your lists like it's the 25th.
Been accused of being a bad kid,
But I get presents as is.
Mrs. Claus just MySpaced me,

I blew off a date on Christmas Eve.

So I don't give a fuck if you're naughty or nice.
You might still get a Rolly and a game device.
So write your list and never have no fear.
Have a Hollywood Christmas and an Undead New Year!

Fuck yeah!
Now watch the language, ho, ho, ho!

It's Christmas in Hollywood,

Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.

It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.

I'm about to serve it up for all you boys and girls,
Good kids, bad kids and even Da Kurlzz.
We were chilling at home and decking the hall,
So I checked my phone and Santa had called.

He said he'd swing by at a quarter to twelve,
He said that his jolly ass needed some help.
He said Christmas ain't a day but a way of life.
And if you guide my sleigh I'll let you fuck my wife.

So we jumped in his sleigh and it started to jingle,
Funnier than fuck you can ask Kris Kringle.
So we all took flight but something was fishy,
He asked for road 'head and started to kiss me.

Underneath his suit was just a bunch of pillows,

Instead of bags of presents he had bags of dildos.
I pulled down his beard and it was a monster,
It wasn't Saint Nick it was a fucking imposter.
When we found out he started to pout,
I took my bandanna and I choked him out.
I pulled off his beard then I fucked his mouth,
Hijacked his sleigh and headed down south.

I've had a lot of long nights,
But tonight was the craziest.
I've met a lot of Jeffs,

But this one was shadiest.
And when it comes to cheer,

That motherfucker's a Grinch.
So if you don't like Christmas,
Fuck you bitch!
You kids are in big trouble, ho boy, ho, ho!

It's Christmas in Hollywood,

Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.
Let's get drunk!
Ho, ho, hey!
It looks like Santa's had a little too much,
Manischewitz and Eggnog.
Hey Hollywood Undead, you're pretty naughty this year.
I ain't visiting you faggots, so...
It's Christmas in Hollywood,
Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.
Let's get drunk!
It's Christmas in Hollywood,
Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.
It's Christmas in Hollywood,
Santa's back up in the hood,
So meet me under the mistletoe let's fuck.
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood,
The dreidel's spinning in the hood,
So meet me by the menorah let's get drunk.