| True story
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| I used to hate Christmas
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| For real
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| On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
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| A half of a brick, told me feed my family
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| I took it to the hood, then I dropped it in the sink (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| Then I whipped it into a whole thing
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| Jumped off the porch early, man it was '93
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| I had old hoes on my dick when I was 13 (Facts)
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| On the second day of Christmas, I bought an MC
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| Supersport and I set it on G’s
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| Wopped so many niggas had to paint that bitch green
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| I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, nigga ask about me
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| On the third day of Christmas, my old plug sent to me
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| Ten milk jugs full of pills and like eighty bales of weed
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| On the fourth day, said, «Fuck that shit,» went on a spree
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| I got niggas still want payback for shit did in '03
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| It’s vibe, what the fuck you want a fifth and on the sixth
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| On the seventh day of Christmas, got a new drum for the stick (Wack' em)
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| Shit funny now
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| Ain’t funny then, yeah
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| Fuck it
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| On the eighth day of Christmas, I got into a beef (I did)
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| Ninth day of Christmas, they beggin' me for peace (They did)
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| Tenth day of Christmas, they callin' up police (Chill)
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| Niggas try to stop it, but they started it with me
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| Rentals called the house, they gon' terminate the lease (No)
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| Eleventh day of Christmas, put our shit out on the streets (Fuck)
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| Twelfth day of Christmas, got my momma losin' sleep
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| It might be Christmas to you, but just another day to me
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| I hate Christmas |