I gave Gramma an early Christmas present a gorilla well ripped her face off
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- christmas
- bubblegum dance
- 1990s
- electropop
- 1992
- synthpop
- euro house
- house
- eurodance
Lyrics
Intro
Snow’s coming down but the mood’s fucked up
Presents wrapped tight, but my patience dried up
Family screaming, dinner burned to shit
Grandpa's passed out, and the dog's gone and bit
Verse 1
Started my shopping with zero damn cares
Didn’t want sweaters or socks, no fancy wares
Laughed at the mall Santa flipping me off
So I ordered a beast to show Gramma who’s boss
Pre-Chorus
Silent night, my ass, it’s chaos in here
Spiked punch spilling and I’m chugging a beer
Gifts by the fire covering vomit stains
Ready for Christmas to drive us insane
Chorus
Guess what I did this year for Christmas cheer
I gave Gramma a gift, now she ain't here
Wrapped up in ribbons, what a sight to see
A gorilla in a box, just waiting to break free
Verse 2
Gramma was sippin' spiked eggnog, smug as hell
She ripped open that box, and the room went to hell
That hairy bastard jumped out, eyes wild and red
Ripped her dentures out, now she's better off dead
Pre-Chorus
Snow kept falling while the chaos grew
Red on the carpet, nothing I could do
Neighbors heard screaming, ran for their lives
Christmas cookies smashed, ain't nobody survived
Chorus
So Merry filthy Christmas, consider this your warning
Don't look in your presents come the Christmas morning
I ruined the holiday, went all out this time
Gave Gramma a gorilla, now that's a damn crime
Verse 3
Tree got trashed, stockings full of blood and hair
Grandpa's on the roof, just yelling in despair
Cops showed up quick, but the ape went wild
Turned Christmas Eve into a crime scene pile
Chorus
Don’t bother caroling on my fucked-up street
Santa won’t show, he just beats retreat
Police barricades and a bloody mistletoe
That's what you get with a damn gorilla show
Outro
Next year I’ll be locked up, throwing snowballs at the wall
Merry Christmas from a cell, yeah, I ruined it all
Gramma’s gone, the ape’s free—Christmas spirit’s dead
Don’t ever trust my presents, get a sweater instead
Verse 4
Pap’s got a shotgun, but slipped on the sleet
Gorilla’s in the kitchen, tearing up the meat
Kids screaming bloody murder, hiding in the shed
Blood-splattered snowmen, painted candy red
Chorus
So toast your toxic cider, forget your damn wish
Nothing left for Christmas but ape fists and fish
I ruined all the magic, brought hell to your halls
Stole your holiday, decked your bloodstained walls
Outro 2
So blame me for this massacre, sing it loud and proud
No jolly left, just chaos—cry or laugh at the sound
Fa la la fuck it, that’s all I got to say
Merry Christmas, you bastards, in a gorilla sleigh
Outro 2
So blame me for this massacre, sing it loud and proud
No jolly left, just chaos—cry or laugh at the sound
Fa la la fuck it, that’s all I got to say
Merry Christmas, you bastards, in a gorilla sleigh
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