Fuck Christmas! Fuck this shit!
Stick my dick in a box! Fuck this gift!
You sleepin', that's the cousin of death
I take every gift under the tree till it ain't none left
I'm a mean one: call me Mr. Grinch
Unwashed socks and Glock make niggas flinch
Thief by night, down to fuckin' with day
Wash my nuts with your toothbrush you had on display
I don't give a shit! I ain't gettin' shit!
I hate spittin' this, plus I hate Saint Nicholas!
You wake up while I'm takin' a shit
That's when I smack blood out your little innocent bitch--BONG!
Candy cane, ain't no 'caine in the candy
Just some sugary bullshit--the treat look fancy
Fuck you and your Christmas Tree
I'm the Grinch; you can call me P, motherfucker!
Yo! 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Ps
Was a motherfuckin' thief, and his name was P
He still sold drugs and occasionally shoot shit
No ho-ho-hos, but he stay in some new kicks
I beanbag on easter: I like to choke rabbits
For now, I'm with Rudolph, he got a coke habit
Better believe P wordplay
Almost feel guilty 'cause it's Jesus' birthday
Peace!
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