| First off, fuck Santa Claus
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| He ain’t never done shit for a nigga like me
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| People been hating on me since I was like three
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| Just because I was different and my skin was light green
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| Hating and spreading rumors all over IG
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| I see them coming for everything that I be
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| Trolling hard and making fun of my teeth
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| My skin, my hair, and the fucking way that I speak (LexNour)
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| Was the night before Christmas, all through the house
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| I sat in my room alone with no spouse
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| Scrolling my phone, comparing myself
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| To people who don’t put no food in my mouth
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| Who looking around, jerking off
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| To Bella Thorne’s OnlyFans account («Aah-aah-aah!»)
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| While scheming the system and faking dpression
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| So I can get rich just to double my clout
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| I’m tird of Christmas, I don’t want a present
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| Can’t wait for the future, I’m done the past
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| I’m fucking up Santa on sight if I see him
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| I’m punching his belly and kicking his ass
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| Rudolph can get it, that red on his nose 'a get
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| Put on his head if he’s talking that trash
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| Döner and Blitzen then Prancer and Vixen
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| And Comet and Cupid and Dasher and Dance, uh!
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| Santa gon' think I’m a psycho
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| I’m dunking these cookies like Michael
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| I’m fucking Ms. Claus, then I’m posting the vid
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| So your ho-ho-ho is viral («Aah-aah!»)
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| Life is a vicious cycle
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| Karma comes around and bites you
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| This for everybody who was mean
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| And bullied me down in Whoville back in high school
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| Listen, I’m not ugly, it’s acquired taste
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| My hams greens with the eggs and steak
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| I max out on my dog
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| I’m scamming unemployment out in several states
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| I drive stick, I don’t need a sleigh
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| Need no hooks, 'cause I’ve mastered bait (Uh!)
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| I’m so good, even Santa plays this song on Christmas
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| I’m the Grinch!
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| No hands when I’m taking a piss
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| No condom when I’m fucking ya bitch
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| In and out like the burger, I’m saucing the patty so buns on my dick a stick
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| I don’t need fire to heat to my crib
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| You dumb fuck, I’m already lit
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| And the only time you’ll ever rap better
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| Is when you’re wrapping Christmas gifts
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| I wanna know if you’re naughty or nice
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| I bet you pray on the downfall of others like me
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| Whenever you sleep at night
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| Fuck this society
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| Everyone acts like they’re perfect while judging another’s life
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| You don’t qualify
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| To judge on what is wrong
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| From right, you’re not God!
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| Oh, my God! |
| I’m 'bout to throw massive fit
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| A punch, I don’t care if you’re a pacifist
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| I’ll pass this fist like a perfect Steve Nash pass assist
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| You straight ass, all you pass is gas
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| And if you do the math
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| You’ll never be half of half what my active is
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| I’m captaining you cap that’s a asterisks
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| To say you should never try to be an activist (Yeah!)
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| Let me explain my pain and why I’m going insane
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| And why your negative energy’s penetrating my brain
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| I got a fetish for dead-ish, I’ll JJ Reddish your face
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| For speaking plethoric rhetoric on a veterans name
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| Don’t ever speak on my green unless it’s money I’ve made
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| And if you do it ag-g-gain, I’ma k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kick in your face
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| Then take my bodybuilder body run and pick the pace
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| Back to my cave, up the mountain, where I’ll kick up my legs
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| I know you’re sick of how I innovate
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| Santa has been jealous, looking for ways to eliminate
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| You can suck this- STD if you abbreviate
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| Deviate, abracadabra, you keep on talking, you’ll disintegrate
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| Time to sing the great
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| Chimney-sliding milk cookie diving sleigh
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| Driving elf and high-fiving jolly fat smiling guy
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| That rides private without no license
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| I’m all green, not clean, spray me with Lysol
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| I’m depressed, that’s okay
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| I take drugs to pick me up like ground balls
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| You can tell by my I eyeballs
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| I self loath so much I might call
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| 1−800-GOT-JUNK
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| And tell them I think I’m suicidal
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| And if they don’t pick up
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| I’ll kill myself and then I’ll go viral
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| Then tell God we need a Grinch chapter
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| In next years New Age Bible
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| Then get spiteful
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| Look at Earth and see all of my haters living life, so
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| Seek revival
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| And kill them and all their friends on my arrival!
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| And once I arrive
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| Uou should pray I decide not to come for your neck
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| Do not be cordial and smile in face
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| You’re a snake, and I’ve heard all the lies that you’ve spread
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| Do not say sorry or act like you made a mistake
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| And pretend that you want to be friends
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| 'Cause now it’s too late and the shit that you’ve said
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| Are the words that have driven me over the edge
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| Now I see red
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| Now I see bullets in unison traveling straight to your head
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| Now I see people in pain
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| Their emotions are withering, hanging on just by a thread
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| You should of left me alone
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| The unknown was the thrill you were searching for, but now, instead
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| I’m lyrically piercing your flesh for that thrill, and I’ll do it again and
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| again and again
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| Look in the mirror, there is no reflection
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| 'Cause you’re getting sick
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| You hate on everyone
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| You selfish narcissistic fucking prick!
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| You’ve destroyed me with your words
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| I might just cut off both your lips
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| And then go trans and cut my shit
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| If it means you’ll get off my dick!
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| Even the nicest people have their limits…
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| Play stupid games…
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| And win stupid prizes…
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| Merry Christmas |