Lyrics:
days went and passed me by
I didn't cry
I didn't pout
Now can you tell me why
Santa skipped over my house
I want you to kiss me slow
Under the mistletoe
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
When you're havin' a party
With Santa in the house
This ain't no ordinary holiday
When you're sittin' by the fire
And there's a snow man chillin' out
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
praise my scale
This nigga asked me was I working out, the bags heavy ass dumbbells
Same nigga snitched, he in a halfway house, tryna find his self
I told
house and flex their bodies
Circle small like Rick and Morty
Yet stab their backs like Tom and Jerry
Drag me down like dominos
Nobody nobody knows
the warmth of the fire into God's house
Dust off the piano and shoe away the mouse
All creatures welcome big and small
To live in harmony in this worship hall
together all by ourselves
Good tidings and joy are making their rounds
They hang like a veil on this desolate house
Oh, this time of year it ain't the cheer
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
Now the rent has doubled up
She ain't got no job
I swear to god I'm bout to rob
Need a house I'll built it fast they'll call me bob
Shit
She's really
hanging up my empty heart this Christmas
Please fill it full with love and hope and cheer
My faith is gone, my courage low, my patience ran out long ago
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
the White House make all drugs legal
I feel like Bob Dylan when he smoked out The Beatles
Been sipping on the red-rum
I think the only good cop is a dead one
Christmas in Paris
Could have called me up the stairs
Instead of leaving me home alone
I’ll show you
And the whole world too
I don’t need this family
Just
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
I'm tired of dese crumbs
I want a fat loaf I'm talkin Benjamins
I'm trynna buy a fatass house
Lots of rooms in that bitch and live all by myself
Imma
this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons
I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By inner demons
Leave it, dont wanna see this
of Rudolph of which I'm sure you all have heard
But this part of the story was told to me by a bird
This little bird had followed Santa 'round the world
and stumble out into the mall
So I can tell Santa I've been a good boy all year long
And when that fat bastard breaks into my house this year
There's only two
should hurt you
Crucio bitch I should curse you
I’m inside like it’s curfew
And You the house
Feel like Tom I been chasing
You the mouse
I tell em my
of Christmas all others doth deface
God bless the ruler of this house, and send him long to reign
And many a merry Christmas may live to see again
Among
erase
And sing it to you face to face
I didn't want to write you a sad song
But by this second verse it was soundin' that way
But then the chorus came
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