down at the workshop all the elfs are makeing toys for the good gentle girls and teh good gentle boys then the boss jumped in and scared them half to death had a malcom in his had and cheap whisky in his breath from his head to his boots he was covered in ammo like a big fat drunk disgruntled ranbow and he smiled and he said witha twinkle in his eye merry crismas to all now ur all gona die the night santa went crazy the night saint nick went insane relized hed been gettin the wrong deal somethin finnally musta snaped in his brain well teh workshop was gone now he decided to bomb it everywhere ull find peices of cupet and comet n he tied up his helpers and he held teh elfs hostage n he gruond up poor ruodlf into reindeer sausage he got dancer adn prancer witha old germin louger n he slashed up dasher just like freddy kouger n he picked up a flame throwa and he bbqed blitzen n he took a big bite and said it tastes jsut like chicken the night santa went crazy the night saint nick went insane now ya cant hardly walk around the nothpole without steppin in reinderr guts ten the naontional garud and the fbiiiii theres a van from the eyewitness news n helecoptors circlein round in the sky n the bullets r flyin the bodycounts risein n everyones cryin adn no santa y u used to b such a jolly guy west veregina now sants doin time in a fedaral prison for his infamous crime hey little freind now dont u cry nomore tears hell b out with good behavoir in 70045 years but now vixens in therapy and donners still nervous n the elfs al lgot jobs workin for teh postal service and they say ms claus shes on the phone everynight with her laywer nagetainin bewbie rights
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