Stank Face Records - Xanny Claus lyrics

[Verse 1: Loud Mouth] Bring my gingerbread don't forget the Xanax I need an early dismissal slip from planned preg She wanna keep it she's tweakin' that's what her dad said Now her dad's dead I smashed his skull in with a black sled That said, let's leave the grieving in the past tense Feeling like Ebenezer Scrooge face got mad dents It's all good though That's just my character This Christmas all I really wanna do is stare at your girl Motherf**ers throwing shade from the shade I'm on stage rocking out Getting paid b**h I'm made And whatchu doing? Nothing, flexing, fronting, hating on a brother That sh** is in and out the other ear Oh my mother dear [Verse 2: Will is Chillin] Here comes Frosty freeze Here comes Frosty freeze Giving you all of these bars Stocking's full of coal so she leave the stockings on Met me at the mistletoe I egged her on She give me noggin, eggnog, and pearly whites It's such an early night I interrupted Jesus and Santa tag team Cage match against Pope Francis and Krampus Slammed Santa into a table Sneak attack from a dreidel spinning golem made of Play-doh [Verse 3: Rebel Legato] Yo I got trees for the festivities Eggnog and bongs just for the family Let's lift the spot with good weed and lyrical felonies This TCG I'm Papi sí come on hang with me Three blunts rolled blunt as can be Mami ven aquí I keep the peace but my presence peace-keep Blessed you with a sentence like a n***a just sneezed Believe me I slay beats with ease and cripple fiends [Verse 4: Bruce Bayne] Happy Birthday baby Jesus People say your name after our wordplay, genius Ebenezer season Never needs a reason Have a J. Cole CD In your stocking and Adidas Yeezus My presence so big it's orbiting ornaments in four minutes flat She on Santa's lap like I hope there's more in the bag It gets better but this sh** ugly like Christmas sweaters Intercept your gifts and letters Gives a sh** but it's whatever It's the N-O to the E-L At the holiday party like f** my boss and retail We elves Chain tinier than Tiny Tim times ten Tryna win white elephant gifts from the wise men [Verse 4: Acumental] I'm a hundred-yard Dasher Dancer in the Dark like "I've Seen It All" Prancercising at the park I'm finna holler at a Vixen Living on a Comet Lovesick like Cupid with a laudanum addiction, uh Bill Murray, Dick Donner, Chuck Dickens You apathetic kids are getting tackled on the Blitz And I'm awfully rude Off on a paper chase We haul the sleigh Call that sh** reindeer games [Verse 5: Terminal Knowledge] Smoke dank piff but Who got the molly and the rolls to keep me jollier than old Saint Nick? Basically that's how it goes I got a stocking full of coal for you basic a** ho-ho-hoes I know I ain't sh** But I spit like somebody who might be And I could give a f** if you don't like me So get up off the naughty or nice This is a hit list and if you on it it'll cost you your life [Various shoutouts to baby Jesus]