Death For Christmas

(Lighter flicking)
Come on
Stupid thing
(Sighs)
Ah well
(Clears throat)

Yuh, yuh, yuh
The planets fucking melting
But we're making turkey
My family's talkin' reckless
Like they're trying to hurt me
They're asking 'bout my exes
And why they dessert me
I know its Jesus' birthday
But I'm leaving early
Shout out to our savior
Shout out to messiah
When I say "messiah,"
Bitch, you know I mean Mariah

She's in the drug stores
Got me feeling like pariah
She got these retail workers
Wishing they'd get fired

All I want for Christmas is some peace and quiet
Don't ask me for no present
I didn't fuckin buy it
Don't ask me 'bout your pudding
I didn't fuckin' try it
You made that bullshit last year
I didn't fuckin' like it

My brother brought his girlfriend and her name is Margaret
She folds her hand in poker
Hasn't seen her cards yet

My nephews on my console and he's probably losing
He's fuckin' up my KD
Now he's buying new skins

My sisters in the kitchen tellin' mom my business
My dad is watchin' sports and askin' me what rizz is
He's telling me I'm 30, time to find a "Mrs"
Man, someone make it stop
I need some death for Christmas

Welcome to the holidays
Welcome to the pain
Welcome to the nightmare
Welcome to the drain
Welcome to the toxic
Welcome to the sludge
What'd you get for Christmas?
I think I got a grudge

You can call it Christmas
But I call it penance
And every year we do it, but we all resent it
So let me bring some chaos to my favorite tenants
It's a Christmas album, bitch
I hope you like your presents

Welcome to the holidays
Welcome to the pain
Welcome to the nightmare
Welcome to the drain
Welcome to the toxic
Welcome to the sludge
What'd you get for Christmas?
I think I got a grudge

Welcome to the holidays
Welcome to the pain
Welcome to the nightmare
Welcome to the drain
Welcome to the toxic
Welcome to the sludge
What'd you get for Christmas?
I think I got a grudge



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Wolz
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