Through The Chimney (My as*h*le Is The Chimney) lyrics

[Intro]
Mr. Smith: OH MY f*ckING GOD! LOOK JOHNNY, IT'S SANTA!
Johnny: Oh my God. It really is him. What do we do?
Mr. Smith: We're gonna follow him. And when we get to where he's going, WE'RE GONNA f*ck HIM UP AND TAKE-

[Verse 1]
Grabbing on his horns then I'm f*cking up his butt
Then I c*m all over his butt
Leave his ass to dry then I wipe it with a sock
Put my di*k up in a sock
I'm rubbing up on his c*ck
Straight up on the block
Shoot my shot then I throw him off the dock
p*ss in a rock
Looking at clock
Running out of time
Shop from Amazon Prime
Pay him with a dime
Let my bootyhole shine
Make the climb then I commit the crime
Shank his booty with my spine
Your boy looking fine
But I'm looking better

[Verse 2]
His di*k tickles like a feather
His mother's name is Heathеr
She covers me with toе fungus and cheddar
She really think she clever
Flick her c*ck like a lever
Got a fat booty stick it to her like a tether
Build a b*tch in my bongo factory
Stroke my c*ck till she looks back at me
Bring her over to stroke me happily
Now she's doing all of my f*cking laundry
*Melodically moaning*
WITH A SIDE OF FRIED BISCUITS!
[Verse 3]
This booty stank yeah I really think it do
Ooh
You should fill it up with some off brand glue
BOO!
Drink his ass like a smoothie
I think my girl a cootie
I wanna touch her boobie
YEAH!
Her coochie stinks like a f*cking kids meal
Santa better run cause my c*ck's a big deal

[Outro]
Mr. Smith: OH THAT WAS STRAIGHT FIRE ON THE f*ckING TRACK!
Johnny: Mr. Smith, Jesus Christ, calm down. We found him
Mr. Smith: Oh you're right Johnny, we did find him. HEY SANTA! WE'RE GONNA f*ck YOU UP! COME HERE!
Santa: What the hell?
Mr. Smith: b*tch!