Crustified Christmas

Fly me to the moon
You didn't know I could sing, right bitch?
Like this, some Sinatra shit for the holidays
(Mac Lethal, R.A.)
Twas the night before Christmas, now the creature was stirring
Aw fuck it, I got big ass roaches and rats and shit

Listening to Christopher Wallace
Wait, hold up, it's the holidays
Put on Run-DMC Christmas and Hollis
And if you rocking a yarmulke, happy Hanukkah
There's icicles hanging from the roof gutters
And snow on the thermometer
Jack Frost, he a cold man
Snow White ho looking for blow from Frosty the Snowman
Kris Kringle is a bitch, I kick him in his big drawers
I visit Mrs. Claus, get her clothes ripped off
But that old bitch got my dick soft
Now the elves are pissed off
Santa's big ass look like a white Rick Ross
Sugar pancake syrup and marshmallows on the yams
I got a pair of Puma sneakers, look like MC Shan's
In school we'd make fun of kids that were Jehovah's Witnesses
Cause they couldn't celebrate Halloween, birthdays, or Christmas
Now I'm kissing the clit, she's bleeding
What the heck gross
Come out the pussy looking like Rudolph with the red nose
Train set, toy trucks from Tonka
Italianos, Mangia
My black people light a candle for Kwanzaa
I don't care if I get coal for stocking stuffers
I'ma find Santa's little elves and midget torch them motherfuckers

Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, yo Jesus

Sleigh bells jing-jingling
Front door ring-ding-a-ling
Kids singing in the bling-bling sickening
B-flick, silent night, deadly night, church picketing
Hanukkah menorah, candlelight flickering
Family's bickering
Let me spit the hot bar, rock star
We're all Muslim, Allah Akbar
On the walkman and VCR
Wait, time out
I want a Red Ryder BB gun to shoot my eye out
I paint Christmas pictures ridiculous
Santa Claus is based on a Catholic bishop named Saint Nicholas
Years before he was at the North Pole chilling
He was rumored to resurrect the bodies of mutilated children
But it's Christmas and my little niece got Bieber fever
I'm in LA, I'll pick her up the CD at Amoeba
I hate to bring the new year in with a dark side
But who gon' drop the ball in Times Square now that Dick Clark died?

Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, it's your birthday
Yo Jesus, yo Jesus

Come on, get poor or die trying
Consumerism is a new religion for the people in stores a lot crying
Praying, just wishing for a great sale
Traded in my six four to listen to the sleigh bells
Fuck it, it's the holidays bitch
I ain't buying any presents, I'ma walk away rich
I mean I'm Satan Claus, I'm a selfish fuck
I ain't giving any gifts to these helpless schmucks
Should I smack grandma or let her talk instead?
Bitch looks like she belongs on The Walking Dead
I can't scuff her when words are in her mouth
I listen to that talking head
When I be burning down the house
I flame fucked her, the mammoth elephant
The hammer fell and then I cooked a little honey ham and gelatin
I blast, I'm burning your heart
Three dudes ringing your bell
Holding they tools like Nebraska Furniture Mart
Oh shit, a lot of hippie bitches take molly
Looking stupid with their glow sticks
You people never seen a boy like this
I put your baby mama in the fucking Muay Thai clinch
You need to stop looking at the toys I get
I'm the Grinch, penny pinching every coin I flip
I'm a hip-hop head, I ain't a hipster person
That watches The Office, the British version
Yo Jesus, I'll take you on a big excursion
Hopefully I'll get the words in
But last year Santa ate the cookies
And he drunk down the whiskey
So I'ma clap his ass when he comes down the chimney
Yo Jesus, ho, it's the exorcist
Are you a naughty ass bitch? Let me check my list
I drink Jesus' blood until it bless my piss
Mac Leth, Rugged Man, here's your Xmas gift, uh