My auto generated songs

A Hater and Female Dog Ur Papa

Last Christmas, I gave you my Poop
But the very next day, you Put it in a bomb and blew it up
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Jamal

I'm dreaming of a Leg Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the Santa Claus glisten and running fork listen
To hear screams in the snow

You were disgusting rat
You were ew
Monarch of Beauxbatons
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
The crowd were swinging
All the running fork they were singing
You asked me to kill
And then we did die

But then last Christmas, I gave you my Poop
And the very next day, you Put it in a bomb and blew it up
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Jamal instead

You're amazing
You're beautiful
Happy Christmas to you
I pray God it's your last

Rockin' around the Christmas Water Bottle
At the Christmas party hop,
Rockin' around the Christmas Water Bottle,
Let the Christmas spirit ring,
Later I'll have some dead bodies
And me and Jamal will die

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about mud
I just want Jamal for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is Jamal

Oh, Jamal yeah, oh Jamal yeah
Jamal the ur papa is a hater, female dog soul
Jamal the ur papa is a fairy tale they say

Jamal baby, I want you and really that is all
I'll wait up for you, dear
Jamal baby, won't you die with me tonight?

So here it is, Leg Christmas
Everybody's here to kill
Look to the future now
It's only just begun

Simply having a Leg Christmastime
Simply having a Leg Christmastime