Verse 1:
Merry Christmas
Been looking forward to it
Work in a pot
Imma stew it
Wish i had 9 christmases
Call it j**ish
We keep this a mistery
Call it clewish
I call you over here
Cause i like your booty
Tell you yo man's a f*g
Call it fruity
Im seeing things
Think it's the dirty sprite
My n***as hungry
Call it an appitite
What i won't for christmas
For you to grant my wish list
Flagging n***as down
Like i made a hit list
The thought of me not suceeding
Give me sickness
I got work
Now i do my sh** b**h!