F**k You It's Christmas

Face covered in some barbecue sauce I'll dress up like a drunk Santa Claus And if I see one more rich person getting a car I'm 'bout to burn that motherfucker's garage (it's Christmas) My family creepy as it gets Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas I don't wanna hold your kid That's some scary fucking shit, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas All through the night, little spoiled-ass kids dream about what they might get All through the night, I contemplate about which blunt I might hit, lickity split All through the night, I congratulate my sister on becoming a vegan All through the night, I ponder about an excuse to leave for the legion My uncle bragging that this his last D-Dub I'll let that plate past me up, that food looks nasty as fuck, hm Wow, nonstop, giving advice, right, like your life ain't broken Wow, thank you for pressuring marriage in front of my girlfriend Still can't tell my nephews apart And my stepfather thinks he's in charge And if I see one more rich person getting a car I'm 'bout to burn that motherfucker's garage (it's Christmas) My family creepy as it gets Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas I don't wanna hold your kid That's some scary fucking shit, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas Real quick, I didn't get nobody shit I don't want talk politic Yes, I know I've gotten big Who the fuck is that lil' kid? Who's taking shots in the kitchen? I'm down to assist I don't want to sit next to uncle, he smell You got diabetes this year, I can tell Look up the location of nearest hotel Somebody help Somebody help me 'fore they start karaoke Oh no, here go hokey-pokey, I think I need lil' smokey, ho-ho My mama wanna wash my mouth out with soapy I'm brown out drunk on the lowkey Somebody throw me a floatie, ho-ho Face covered in some barbecue sauce I'll dress up like a drunk Santa Claus And if I see one more rich person getting a car I'm 'bout to burn that motherfucker's garage (it's Christmas) My family creepy as it gets Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas I don't wanna hold your kid That's some scary fucking shit, ick Fuck you, it's Christmas If you'd rather leave your family and go kick it with your friends Say, fuck you, it's Christmas If you'd rather keep your money, then go out and overspend Say, fuck you, it's Christmas Hoo-hoo-hoo Hey, uh, if you know anybody between the ages of three and 12 (it's Christmas) Play this song for them, know what I mean Make sure they hear this The harsh realities of the world They need to be aware of that, you know what I mean Santa Claus is real, though. Santa Claus is real, though