This is a song about "Christmas love"

It haunts me every christmas eve

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Present a present like christmas

Trying to get back to this thing called love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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/

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love