This is a song about "Christmas in tantra"

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

It haunts me every christmas eve

Got tired of running from the police

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,