Scary Grinches

Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with
Roastin chestnuts (hot damn)
I know she like her breasts sucked (hot damn)
Hit Lolo for the best fuck (hot damn)
Ho ho ho my head bust, I'm dead ass
My sled fast, I eat it if it's fed grass
My reindeer got some lead feet
I'm in yo bitches bed sheet (hot damn)
She not on the nice list
I had to show her who Christ is
It's not about you gotta buy shit
That's just the start of the crisis
I got the lights up on the trim
I fill my cup to the brim
Lo's about to begin, I'ma go out on a limb
Like an ornament, think I was born again
They all on my trail like Oregon
I'ma show em the doors like Morrison
When it rains n pours, unfortunate
I'm at the store I'm ordering gifts
Two front teeth hippopotamus
A drum for the drummer boy I got your son a toy
I got em all in the bag in the whip, aye (let's get it)
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with
Jingle bells, I don't care if my single sells
Hittin up Kris Kringle's cell
He was on the roof when a shingle fell, guess I blew his cover
I knew his mother back in the day on that ho ho ho
She still want the lo lo lo
I'm makin it snow snow snow
Yea she got her tubes tied like a bow and ribbon
My crew high when Lo is hittin
That boof like I'm too fly gotta suit and tie
And they know I'm spittin, that truth
Might be too true, it could drive you coocoo
This rap game like who's who?
Not Lolo I'm new new
Need a bad bitch in a tutu and a Carhart
Don't rap sweet that bar tart
Don't believe in star charts
But you know it's me when a star charts
I twinkle, as time passes I wrinkle
Got sugar cookie with sprinkles
And my sugar momma bilingual
Gave me singles, for the pinball
I'm out here dodgin pitfalls
The snows only one inch tall
I got the heater installed, in the scooter
(Skurt skurt) crashin like a computer
Goin fast to get back to the future
Grabbin the stick and I'm packin the shooter
It's an official red rider carbine action 200 shot
Range model air rifle that's the one I got
I'ma shoot your eye out if you tryna find out what I'm not
No I'm not the one to play with
Like the toys I'm bada cop, issa bop
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with scary bitches
Merry Christmas, I'm in love with
New year, new me
I'm done with drinking seltzers, truly
Done with spendin money at the movies, to see
Another shitty film on a huge screen
Unless it has a nude scene
Top me when I'm fried like its poutine
That's routine, don't do lean
But I lean on my boo thing
We cruising, to tunechi, and Crooshy wooshy
Who's he? a true king
We been smoking on that blue dream
And we roll it up in raw like it's sushi
Got two weeks for the winter break
Blue cheese on my dinner plate
Said oowee when I'm in her waist
And I'm too clean for a tinder date
But I got one Christmas wish
Under the mistletoe won't you kiss this dick?
Havin sex with, my ex bitch, this X-mas is lit
She be double textin me, like I'm checkin the list
Snuggled up by the fire, every second is bliss
I was deckin the halls, are you gettin the gyst?
In actuality this bitch was acquiescent for the gifts
(acquiescent)
Nippin at these hoes call me Jack Frost (Jack Frost)
I know her booty fake gotta ask what that ass cost
(what that ass cost?)
I like em real, I ain't talkin bout her Instagram (bout her Instagram)
I need more than just a feel I got dinner plans (I got dinner plans)
Now I'm in her pants (Now I'm in her pants)
I do my winner dance (I do my winner dance)
And we turnin up for baby Jesus like it's Winter Jam
(Like it's Winter Jam)
I'm in love with scary bitches from my Christmas past
(From my Christmas past)
And smokin very legendary Merry Christmas gas
(Merry Christmas)