Death For Christmas ft. BrooksOfYork Lyrics

(Lighter flicking)

Come on

Stupid thing

(Sighs)

Ah well

(clears throat)

Yuh yuh yuh

The planets fucking melting

But we're making turkey

My family's talkin' reckless

Like they're trying to hurt me

They're asking 'bout my exes

And why they dessert me

I know its Jesus' birthday

But I'm leaving early

Shout out to our savior

Shout out to messiah

When I say messiah

Bitch you know I mean Mariah

She's in the drug stores

Got me feeling like pariah

She got these retail workers

Wishing they'd get fired

All I want for Christmas is some peace and quiet

Don't ask me for no present

I didn't fuckin buy it

Don't ask me 'bout your pudding

I didn't fuckin' try it

You made that bullshit last year

I didn't fuckin' like it

My brother brought his girlfriend and her name is Margaret

She folds her hand in poker

Hasn't seen her cards yet

My nephews on my console and he's probably losing

He's fuckin' up my KD

Now he's buying new skins

My sisters in the kitchen tellin' mom my business

My dad is watchin' sports and askin' me what rizz is

He's telling me I'm 30 time to find a Mrs

Man someone make it stop

I need some death for Christmas

Welcome to the holidays

Welcome to the pain

Welcome to the nightmare

Welcome to the drain

Welcome to the toxic

Welcome to the sludge

What'd you get for Christmas?

I think I got a grudge

You can call it Christmas

But I call it penance

And every year we do it but we all resent it

So let me bring some chaos to my favorite tenants

It's a Christmas album bitch

I hope you like your presents

Welcome to the holidays

Welcome to the pain

Welcome to the nightmare

Welcome to the drain

Welcome to the toxic

Welcome to the sludge

What'd you get for Christmas?

I think I got a grudge

Welcome to the holidays

Welcome to the pain

Welcome to the nightmare

Welcome to the drain

Welcome to the toxic

Welcome to the sludge

What'd you get for Christmas?

I think I got a grudge