[Intro: Kyle Exum as Mom, Kyle Exum]
You serious?
What?
You're bein' ungrateful on Christmas Day, that's what
I swear, you never do anything around this house and now you wanna–?
Mom, calm down
Oh, is that right?
Look, Mom, I didn't mean to–

[Verse 1: Mom, Kyle Exum]
I don't know who you talkin' to like that
See the gift? I'm about to take it right back
How you mad about a phone when you never clean the home?
Boy, you really thought that you would get an iMac?
Huh, you need an eye check
Actin' grown when you're out here spendin' my checks
All I wanted Christmas Day is for you to get an A
But you're still skippin' out on your assignments
Mom, I got a 3.9 GPA
Would've been four if you'd stop playin' games
You're prolly failin' because of that phone
No, I'm not; That better not be a tone
I'ma still give you this just 'cause I'm nice
Oh, thank you, Mom– Are these cleaning supplies?
Yup, maybe now you'll go clean up my room
Why would I do that? 'Cause I told you to
[Verse 2: Mom, Kyle Exum as Dad, Kyle Exum]
Guys, today's Christmas, let's all relax
Eardle, you for real? She's right, I take it back
Come on, Dad, you don't think Mom's trippin'?
Well, uhh, I think you should listen
See, now your dad has sense
While you don't have none, boy, you don't pay rent
What I should do is send you to your room
Mom, I'm 19; You'll do what I tell you

[Verse 3: Mom, Kyle Exum]
I know you're not here makin' messes
Mom, what? I'm just tryna open my presents
I'll pick it up; Boy, you said that before
Yeah, and I did; Then what's this on my floor?
Oh, you don't wanna talk about that?
Nothin' to say? Mom, I– Don't you talk back
Better act right or I'll go call on that Uber
I'll knock you into Christmas Past, Present, and Future

[Verse 4: Mom, Kyle Exum as Timmy, Kyle Exum]
Mom, this isn't fair
I got three phones, but no Yeezys I can wear?
Oh, sorry, Timmy, we'll go buy you some, okay?
Wait, can I get some? You can get to cleaning things
Hold up, why is it that he got that and I only got this?
That is not fair
Boy, drop the attitude and go and clean up a dish
I do not care
I swear you kids are so selfish
Should've made the naughty list since y'all are never helpin'
Kyle, get off of your phone
Tim's on his phone, too; I asked you to stop, though
See, you hear, but you don't listen
All I asked was to clean the roof and kitchen
But you're actin' like you're stressed
Hold up, didn't you make the mess?
Oh, yeah– It don't matter who had did it
[Verse 5: Mom, Timmy, Kyle Exum]
I broke the window; How'd you let this happen?
How is this my fault? You got me distracted
And plus, you should've been watchin' your brother
Okay, Mom, this one's on you, you're his mother
Let's see what Santa made me with his elves
Oh, look at that, a brand-new leather belt
Ayy, Mom, relax, today's Christmas, you're trippin'
Kyle, come here, 'tis the season of givin'