FiLTHMAS 3: The Final Gift

[Intro] Yeah, YEAH [Verse One] Say "goodbye" to Christmas This is the last year you'll witness Anything related to this shit Pine trees, incense The scent you smell from a distance Rudolph the Red Nosed Dipshit Jolly Saint Nicholas I killed him and hijacked his shipment Crashed into the mountains, survived, and went ballistic I've been killing shit since Causing pain and suffering to the public in an attempt to end this Y'all don't understand This is my sickness Me and this holiday can not coexist If I had a fucking gift list I would put the whole world on it then beat everybody senseless There is no friendship I'll put a shotgun to you under a mistletoe, nigga give it a French kiss Deadly new equipment Tell 'em Santa's got something in his sack to disappoint the kids with [G-Mo Skee: Spoken] I must stop Christmas from coming! [Hook x2] Yeah, it's the end of the line No more holidays for your kids, it's a crime I'm a sick fuck out for revenge and it's time Keep your ass home, bitch, Christmas is mine! [Verse 2] Say "goodbye" to Christmas This is the last time you'll witness The world turned materialistic I have a bone to pick with The sucker motherfucker who invented this fucking holiday It's gay and Paganistic I hate it And there's nothing you could do to fix it It's probably because my mama didn't give me shiz-nit I'm finna make an entrance Santa's coming to town But he's brown, don't be scared of his pigment This shit is finna get thick Boys, it's finna get intense, what I'm finna do is fucking cataclysmic I'm finna get ignant I'm finna blow this cocksucking holiday off the calendar in an instant I made the commitment If I'm met with resistance I'm hitting motherfuckers with a biscuit You caused all the mischief Because I wouldn't be doing it if y'all wasn't celebrating this shit [G-Mo Skee: Spoken] I must stop Christmas from coming! [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Say "goodbye" to Christmas This is the last time you'll witness Anybody acts that religious Catholics and Christians Everything you do is contradicting So you got me on the offensive You niggas got it twisted And I'm tired of seeing you trying to buy expensive shit at other people's expenses It doesn't make a difference Cause tonight, I'ma bring your worst fucking nightmares to [?] The filth is on a mission You'll be missing limbs in intensive care with no appendix I'm pissed and relentless It's not safe I'm a misfit Stay inside the house that you live in Unless you want to get hit And get your motherfucking wig split I'm sick of this fucking capitalistic, sadistic, piece of shit, holiday fiction But I'ma end this when they open the final gift, bitch!