This is a song about "Christmas rap"

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

From where gorillas territorial for inches

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/

The definition's like christmas

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Just wait for next muhfuckin christmas, i'll be swearin to god

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner