Every who down in whoville liked Christmas a lot
But the grinch who live just north of whoville did not


(Hey Santa this year, I want a helmet don’t know what it is but it sounds pretty cool)

(mom, mom why are there no presents. I couldn’t afford them bitch. Wait what I thought Santa gave them to me. Oh, oh shit)

I hate Christmas. Santa ain’t bring me no presents so I put him on a hit list (bow, bow, bow) extra bullets I can’t fit this. We done send so many bullets he would pray that we don’t miss him. We done through out all the presents aura is so high that they detecting my presence (bow, bow, bow) (bro, what) try to slide but we can’t let this loving on my gun I think I found my new fetish

Inside, outside, meet me in the next life. Tryna find your bitch but she on the, fucking sleigh ride they ride riding on the R6 you see me leaving the crib you know I’m strapped with 2 blicks. Red blick, blue blick, got me on that me on the su shit, cooking on that spike you know I’m on that school shit, old fit new bitch you know I’m on that new shit got everything I want you ain’t ever seen me do shit
(yaah)
I hate my life, Santa never brung me my brand new kite. Asked him for a good pay ended with a wood sleigh stealing all the clothes I don’t think, that I should pay. Clearing out the driveway I wish I could get some pay gotta get some money so I can pay, for my new bae. (Hahahaha) I think that you changed turning your house into a shooting range
(These silver bells all seemed to throw through cares away) Santa really a bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah) that’s what you thought you did for real

I hate Christmas. Santa ain’t bring me no presents so I put him on a hit list (bow, bow, bow) extra bullets I can’t fit this. We done send so many bullets he afraid that we don’t miss it. We don’t through out all the presents aura is so high that they detecting my presence (bow, bow, bow) try to slide but we can’t let this loving on my gun I think I found my new fetish

So cold don’t need ac fuck another bitch, that shit don’t fucking faze me. Copper tryna chase me raise me I’m going 280

Fucking on this bitch yeah we fucking eachother packing that shit sending it to my brother back in the heat I swear to my mother fucking that hell I never been a lover shootin’ that block on a mother fucking get back ima pull up on a mother fucking kickback breaking that shit like a mother fucking Kit Kat Brody got in her pants and let me rip that

John 3:36 whoever believes in the sun is eternal life but whoever rejects the sun will not see life and gods wrath remains on them
(Fuck, Santa clause. You already know my address)

I hate Christmas. Santa ain’t bring me no presents so I put him on a hit list (bow, bow, bow) extra bullets I can’t fit this. We done send so many bullets he afraid that we don’t miss it. We don’t through out all the presents aura is so high that they detecting my presence (bow, bow, bow) (bro, what) try to slide but we can’t let this loving on my gun I think I found my new fetish
Mommy what did you get for me for Christmas, oh I got a suprise for you, it’s your father, really? Fuck no bitch he gone
(Type shit)