Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grinch, artist - DAX.
Date of issue: 15.12.2020
Song language: English
Grinch |
First off, fuck Santa Claus |
He ain’t never done shit for a nigga like me |
People been hating on me since I was like three |
Just because I was different and my skin was light green |
Hating and spreading rumors all over IG |
I see them coming for everything that I be |
Trolling hard and making fun of my teeth |
My skin, my hair, and the fucking way that I speak (LexNour) |
Was the night before Christmas, all through the house |
I sat in my room alone with no spouse |
Scrolling my phone, comparing myself |
To people who don’t put no food in my mouth |
Who looking around, jerking off |
To Bella Thorne’s OnlyFans account («Aah-aah-aah!») |
While scheming the system and faking dpression |
So I can get rich just to double my clout |
I’m tird of Christmas, I don’t want a present |
Can’t wait for the future, I’m done the past |
I’m fucking up Santa on sight if I see him |
I’m punching his belly and kicking his ass |
Rudolph can get it, that red on his nose 'a get |
Put on his head if he’s talking that trash |
Döner and Blitzen then Prancer and Vixen |
And Comet and Cupid and Dasher and Dance, uh! |
Santa gon' think I’m a psycho |
I’m dunking these cookies like Michael |
I’m fucking Ms. Claus, then I’m posting the vid |
So your ho-ho-ho is viral («Aah-aah!») |
Life is a vicious cycle |
Karma comes around and bites you |
This for everybody who was mean |
And bullied me down in Whoville back in high school |
Listen, I’m not ugly, it’s acquired taste |
My hams greens with the eggs and steak |
I max out on my dog |
I’m scamming unemployment out in several states |
I drive stick, I don’t need a sleigh |
Need no hooks, 'cause I’ve mastered bait (Uh!) |
I’m so good, even Santa plays this song on Christmas |
I’m the Grinch! |
No hands when I’m taking a piss |
No condom when I’m fucking ya bitch |
In and out like the burger, I’m saucing the patty so buns on my dick a stick |
I don’t need fire to heat to my crib |
You dumb fuck, I’m already lit |
And the only time you’ll ever rap better |
Is when you’re wrapping Christmas gifts |
I wanna know if you’re naughty or nice |
I bet you pray on the downfall of others like me |
Whenever you sleep at night |
Fuck this society |
Everyone acts like they’re perfect while judging another’s life |
You don’t qualify |
To judge on what is wrong |
From right, you’re not God! |
Oh, my God! |
I’m 'bout to throw massive fit |
A punch, I don’t care if you’re a pacifist |
I’ll pass this fist like a perfect Steve Nash pass assist |
You straight ass, all you pass is gas |
And if you do the math |
You’ll never be half of half what my active is |
I’m captaining you cap that’s a asterisks |
To say you should never try to be an activist (Yeah!) |
Let me explain my pain and why I’m going insane |
And why your negative energy’s penetrating my brain |
I got a fetish for dead-ish, I’ll JJ Reddish your face |
For speaking plethoric rhetoric on a veterans name |
Don’t ever speak on my green unless it’s money I’ve made |
And if you do it ag-g-gain, I’ma k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kick in your face |
Then take my bodybuilder body run and pick the pace |
Back to my cave, up the mountain, where I’ll kick up my legs |
I know you’re sick of how I innovate |
Santa has been jealous, looking for ways to eliminate |
You can suck this- STD if you abbreviate |
Deviate, abracadabra, you keep on talking, you’ll disintegrate |
Time to sing the great |
Chimney-sliding milk cookie diving sleigh |
Driving elf and high-fiving jolly fat smiling guy |
That rides private without no license |
I’m all green, not clean, spray me with Lysol |
I’m depressed, that’s okay |
I take drugs to pick me up like ground balls |
You can tell by my I eyeballs |
I self loath so much I might call |
1−800-GOT-JUNK |
And tell them I think I’m suicidal |
And if they don’t pick up |
I’ll kill myself and then I’ll go viral |
Then tell God we need a Grinch chapter |
In next years New Age Bible |
Then get spiteful |
Look at Earth and see all of my haters living life, so |
Seek revival |
And kill them and all their friends on my arrival! |
And once I arrive |
Uou should pray I decide not to come for your neck |
Do not be cordial and smile in face |
You’re a snake, and I’ve heard all the lies that you’ve spread |
Do not say sorry or act like you made a mistake |
And pretend that you want to be friends |
'Cause now it’s too late and the shit that you’ve said |
Are the words that have driven me over the edge |
Now I see red |
Now I see bullets in unison traveling straight to your head |
Now I see people in pain |
Their emotions are withering, hanging on just by a thread |
You should of left me alone |
The unknown was the thrill you were searching for, but now, instead |
I’m lyrically piercing your flesh for that thrill, and I’ll do it again and |
again and again |
Look in the mirror, there is no reflection |
'Cause you’re getting sick |
You hate on everyone |
You selfish narcissistic fucking prick! |
You’ve destroyed me with your words |
I might just cut off both your lips |
And then go trans and cut my shit |
If it means you’ll get off my dick! |
Even the nicest people have their limits… |
Play stupid games… |
And win stupid prizes… |
Merry Christmas |