Holiday Spirit (Merry Christmas) [feat. Chillin' Chad]

Yo
Fuck Santa Claus
He ain't never did shit for me
Never got me that Nintendo
Never got me that Batman Toy
Man he's a fat mother fucker who eats too many cookies and Taco Bell
I hope he takes a shit and dies
Fat-ass! Fuck Santa Claus
Fuck Santa Claus

Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love sent to me
A bag full of wack MCs
Now I'm on the slay (Sleigh) like Santa
Rudolph, donner, blitzen, prancer
I get a bag when I spit with no manners
I see a GOAT when I look in the mirror
I got a stock in reefer on my wishlist
Y'all just lighting up trees like Christmas
Frosty my wrist
White gold like the Vatican, face red and green like Italy
Got a snow bunny from Sicily
Red head, giving that ginger head
And she tricking, now I'm getting ginger bread
Left a lil Frosty The Snowman up in her bed
You know the vibes
I'm on the rise, but I'm still dead broke
Santa better pull up in that red robe
Fuck toys, just send me that bread more
Or his fat ass gon' end up in red snow
I'm on top of that green like an ornament
And I'm gon' be a star, I ain't Fredro
Now my heart colder than the north pole
'Cuz Ain't no love shown in the metro
I remember making Santa cookies
But I used to eat up all of Santa cookies
Woke up one night, seen him kissing my mother
But my fat-ass keep on eating them cookies
Next thing you know, oh shit that's my pops
Then my glass of milk dropped
Heard the music from everybody hates Chris
Cuz I was bouta get popped

Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe

Right Now I'm in holiday spirits
I'm on my way to a ticket
I'm rapping a bow on my lyrics
I'm hungry as fuck and they hear it
Whatever I got it was earned
Whatever you got it was granted
I did this shit by myself, I used to feel like an elf
And now I'm on another planet, all by myself
Now they saying Santa died, I ain't die
I'm 'bouta get back on the sleigh (Slay)
(I) had the itis from eating that sandwich from Popeyes
But when I'm back, and kick off my knee highs
I'm leaving dead weight behind
Now the hunnies on me like a bee hive
Well Stick a candy cane up ya behind
Cuz y'all ain't believe in me
Y'all always said I wasn't real
In my will, everything going to my lil brother
Even all my old kills
But You know what I really want
Some real music out of hip-hop
Fuck talking 'bout a wrist watch
Hold up
Hold up
You see my wave, I'm 'bouta blow up
Santa be bumping me, he my promoter
He play "Onna map" when he fly thru the sky
And he say I'm sick, now I gotta throw up
OH
I got success on my wish list
But Im already getting it
And don't buy me no gift
Cuz ain't nobody getting shit

Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
Let's sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I'm Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe