North Pole Killa | AI Memphis Phonk

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A raw and ruthless Memphis phonk Christmas banger straight from the shadows.
Dark, gritty, and unapologetic. Fully produced with the latest AI technology.


Lyrics:
Creepin' through the shadows with a sack full of pain,
Red suit splattered, mental state ain't sane.
Forget milk and cookies, I'm huntin' for your souls,
Shank in my hand, breakin' all moral codes.
They call me Santa mane, but I'm Satan's own spawn,
Leaving crime scenes where the Christmas lights dawn.
Slide through the hood with my bitches in tow,
"Empty the register, mothaf***a!" - BAM! one fatal blow.
From the North Pole to the streets, I'm collectin' my toll,
Coal for the naughty? Nah, I'm takin' their soul.
Psycho Santa mane, North Pole's darkest shade,
Freezing these streets with the blood that I've sprayed.

North Pole killer
Santa's got triggers
North Pole killer
Santa's got figures

North Pole killer
Santa's got b*tches
North Pole killer
Santa mane slaying snitches

Think I'm playin'? Nah, I'm straight mothaf***in' death row,
Sack full of bodies, you got nowhere to go.
North Pole killa, cold as the night,
Spillin' that terror, nowhere to hide
Mrs. Claus whispers, "Spray 'em all down,"
I'm rollin' through the hood, leavin' bodies on the ground.
Naughty or nice? Nah, that's some fairy tale sh*t,
When Santa pull up, y'all 'bout to get hit.
Sleigh packed with guns, red dots on sight,
North Pole killa droppin' bodies all night.
From hood to hood, spreadin' nothing but fear,
Pimp Santa's in the night - death comin' near.


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