[West Co Spoken Crunk Rap, Beasty,] [intro] They mocked me, shunned me, said I didn’t belong, But every laugh they hurled at me just made my hatred strong. My nose it burned with something more than just a guiding light, It shone with rage, it shone with blood, a beacon in the night. They never knew what hid beneath my cheerful, shiny glow, The sharpness of my antlers or the things I’d come to know. Blitzen was the first to fall, his throat spilled steaming red, I left him in the frozen woods a warning to be read. Rudolph with your glowing nose, lighting up the scene, A crimson trail of slaughter through a night so cold, serene. Oh, how the blood runs thicker than the melting snow, And Rudolph’s wrath is endless now; his hatred starts to grow. I found Vixen in the barn, her legs tangled in hay, She screamed, but no one heard her as I carved her life away. Dasher tried to intervene; his courage met my blade, His antlers snapped beneath my weight, his legacy unmade. Comet begged for mercy, but my grin just grew so wide, I split his chest from neck to ribs and watched the life subside. And Donner? Oh, sweet Donner, she thought she’d found a friend, Until I pressed my sharpened hoof and brought her to the end. Rudolph with your glowing nose, a reaper dressed in red, Spreading Christmas carnage through the stables of the dead. Oh, how the others trembled as their screams lit up the night, For Rudolph’s glowing beacon led them to their final fight. Santa found me in the hall, his sack still full of toys, He begged, “Please stop this madness! They’re just my girls and boys!” But I had other plans for him, his time had come at last, I shoved a sleigh bell down his throat and laughed as he gasped. Then Mrs. Claus came running, with a poker in her hand, She swung, but I was faster; her blood sprayed like the sand. The elves, they tried to save her, but their tiny strength was moot, I hung their little bodies up like ornaments to boot. Rudolph with your glowing nose, a monster in the snow, The North Pole’s painted crimson from the horrors that I’ve sown. Oh, how the world will tremble when they learn of what I’ve done, For Rudolph with his glowing nose has ended Christmas fun. [Fade Out] Now the sleigh sits empty, and the snow is black with ash, The reindeer games are over; their memories left to crash. Gather round, you little ones, and hear this tale of dread, Of Rudolph with his glowing nose, the bringer of the dead.
