Dear Mr. Santa (hello)
My name is Dax and I’ve been a good kid
I made a list of the s**t that I wanted this year
Did you read it? I’m hoping you did (you did?)
I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney
Just so you know where I live (google maps)
Stop watching p**n, gave to the homeless (so like, damn dude)
Don’t be a b***h!
Yeah I want a cadillac color matte black (skrr)
Yeah I want a thick b***h with a fat a*s (hm)
Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool in the corner and a golf course all in the back (yah)
Yeah I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars crystal
Grab my million followers take out you from benihana (b***h)
I’m getting followed back from Lele Pons (where you at)
I need a Drake feature on a song
I could probably do this s**t myself and all
But I ain’t really tryna wait that long (facts)
So Santa this is my list and I’m confident in you that you will complete it
Me and your daughter are friends and if I don’t get all of my s**t
Dear Mr. Dax
I took the time to go over your list
And unfortunately I’m sorry to say
You have been a bad kid (very naughty)
I can get some s**t but not all those god damn gifts (sorry)
And as for my daughter young man
There ain’t no way your f*****g that b***h
Man, f**k you Santa
I don’t even want your gifts
I don’t even want that car
I don’t even want that b***h
I don’t even want that s**t
Now I want Miss Clause
Now you saying is Ho Ho Ho Ho
Watch this on my po po po po
Keep my wrist fro fro fro froze
When I play games with Rudolph
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m crazy Santa
Gave her the d**k, banana
Came through with the heat, pajamas
bu*t cheeks through the sheets, vagina
So what does that mean?
I think it means that I went out away
I’ll leave you cookies and milk and a note in the table
And here is what that s**t’s gonna say:
Make sure you clean the mahf**ing chimney (I want it spotless)
Make sure you turn off the lights when you done
(got bills to pay dude)
Make sure you leave me a tip on the table (thats right for me)
Don’t eat two cookies your fat a*s gets one
Don’t forget to leave s**t in my sock yeah you know where it’s at
Milk, chocolates, some henny and condoms with that
Xanax, weed to sell in the track
Don’t lie Santa, boy I know that you’re black
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet
Cupid Dunder and blitz and dog s**t ay
.. mints, Santa
N***a it’s Merry Christmas
(Merry Christmas)