I Don't Fuck With Christmas

[Intro]

Yeah, so my son sat me down he said "Hey daddy, you know what I want for Christmas?"

I said "Fuck Christmas"

'Tis the season to keep it real

And tell these mother fuckers how you feel

Put your fuckin' hands in the air

If you like me an hate this time of year

[Hook] (x2)

I don't fuck with Christmas

Don't send a gift list

I buy one for wifey, buy one for my mistress

That's it, merry Christmas

This my diss-mas

[Verse 1]

Let me catch Santa creepin' through my mama house

Eating cookies and milk and farting on the couch

I'ma kick his ass and tell him "Give me all the goods

How the fuck you get in? Ain't no chimneys in the hood"

Elves go fuck yourselves, I don't like y'all neither

Santa's little homies can't come around neither

Hey you old fat man in a sleigh

How the fuck you make it round the world in a day?

How the hell you know who's been naughty or nice?

When I was a kid Santa skipped my house twice

So you owe me

Yeah bitch you owe me

So now I want a Rollie

[Hook] (x2)

[Outro] (x2)

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I want a video ho ho ho

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