I got buckets of blood and a gun in my trunk
I’m just cruisin' on Christmas, I'm crazy as fuck
If I’m losin' my mind then it’s cool let it go
Let the cards all be played, let 'em fall like the snow
Choosin' my path, I maneuver the road
Feel I’m losin' my grasp on reality so
I keep movin' so fast, buck with the flow
On Christmases past I end up on the floor
Just beggin' the Lord, if you exist
Can you hear the ignored? Ain't I better than this?
Everybody aboard my holiday ship
Merry Twizt-mas of course, may you all eat a dick
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) won’t suck like the others did
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Fuck all them things that be bringin' me down
Light up that mistletoe, pass it around
Because, this Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Jack with the frost takin' nips to the nose
Sippin' holiday sauce, yeah you're tippin ya toes
Be breakin' [?] all them holiday shows
Hear ghosts from the past with the rap at the door
They bringin' us tiding so no need for hiding
Just light up the tree, and we all gon' be flying
With Dasher and Dancer, with Prancer and Vixen
'Til time for the ham served with all of the fixins
Bitch, this is Christmas, there's snow on the ground
The creatures are stirring and throwing it down
So leave out them cookies and milk just for Santa
He makin' that trip from the D to Atlanta
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) won’t suck like the others did
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Fuck all them things that be bringin' me down
Light up that mistletoe, pass it around
Because, this Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Christmas lights when the nights shine so bright
I just might take a ride in the whip windows down feelin' high
You by my side as I slide through terrain
That wet fluffy go caked up my window pane
Christmas flexin' and [?], trunk full of presents
I wrapped to perfection with papers and ribbons
I’m thankful for giving these things that I’ve got
Some purchased, some handmade, some useful, some not
I’m like Santa but fatter, covered in cake
I’m like gingerbread, baby, I came here to bake
And break all they hearts when they don’t get their way
And don’t get what they want and they always complain
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) won’t suck like the others did
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Fuck all them things that be bringin' me down
Light up that mistletoe, pass it around
Because, this Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) won’t suck like the others did
This Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
Fuck all them things that be bringin' me down
Light up that mistletoe, pass it around
Because, this Christmas (talk about Christmas) I really don’t give a shit
