Merry Christmas, ho ho ho
I`ll be six feet under the snow
Jingle bells along the way
I`m a dead motherf**ker and I`m counting my days
I`ve been too naughty, I forgot to be nice
I guess violence is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I`m a dead motherf**ker all right

I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah

(All I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket with black velvet interior... Oh yeah, and a bucket of chicken)

Seasons beatings and a jolly farewell
By Christmas Eve, I`ll be rotting so well
In a one horse open sleigh
Straight to hell laughing all the way
I`ve been too naughty, I forgot to be nice
I guess violence is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I`m a dead motherf**ker all right

I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah

(Santa, if you`re out there, and you can hear me, your fat ass better have me a freshly dug grave)

I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
I`ll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah