Post Traumatic Santa Claus Disorder

This stories bout a little kid whose parents named Billy
Billy had a baby brother that was literally a baby
Every Christmas Eve his family went to visit his grandfather
Who went batshit crazy back in the day and lives in an asylum
Grandpa's silent like a mannequin because he's catatonic
He just sits next to the window rockin while the snow is fallin
There tradition they'd go visit him and check out how he's doin
If this sounds familiar its kuz I stole it from my favorite movie

I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder
When I witnessed Santa kill my father
Then I watched him rape my mother
Over and over oh the horror
Luckily me and my brother
Got away and ducked for cover
That's why I'm all grown up and suffer
From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder

The front desk told his parents they had a problem with the billing
So they left Billy in the room alone then grandpa started moving
He started whispering a warning that Saint Nicholas was coming
And he punishes the naughty ones with violence kuz he's deadly
Billy almost pee'ed his whitey tighties He's scared to death and told his parents
After they left that grandpa said something terrible will happen to them
On Christmas they looked surprised and called bullshit that sounds like lies
And liers they don't get no gifts they get put on Santa's naughty list

I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder
When I witnessed Santa kill my father
Then I watched him rape my mother
Over and over oh the horror
Luckily me and my brother
Got away and ducked for cover
That's why I'm all grown up and suffer
From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder

Its time to go home so they got back on the road
That's when they seen someone broke down
Dad said let's stop and help him out
Just then someone dressed up as Santa Claus
Approached and said hey thanks a lot
I need a jump I'm glad you stopped
Down on my luck my car is broke
He turned around and pulled a gun out from the pocket in his pants
Where he warmed his hands then shot my dad
Right in the head the car we're in
It lost control spun off the road
We crashed into a ditch then flipped
Fuck now were stuck and trapped inside the wreck
Being hunted by a psychopath

I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder
When I witnessed Santa kill my father
Then I watched him rape my mother
Over and over oh the horror
Luckily me and my brother
Got away and ducked for cover
That's why I'm all grown up and suffer
From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder

Santa Claus approached but it wasn't really him
It was a killer in a costume that just broke out of the pen
He figured dressing up as Santa Claus on Christmas would blend in
That's when he drug Billy's mom out the car and this is what he did
He ripped the buttons off her shirt and started fondling her breasts
Then he raped her on the road pulled out a knife and cut her neck
He started laughing at the kid's Ho Ho Ho you little shits
That's the moment Billys post-traumatic Santa Claus disorder begins