D12 - Christmas Tales lyrics
[D12 - Christmas Tales lyrics]
So everybody (Everybody)
Hope you know there's no Santa Clause
You know they lying to us all
No fat man give out toys yall
Now I remember Christmas
Waking up in pissy pajamas
I never would've guessed that Santa
Clause was my Mama that's fucked up
Thought lying was bold (That was different)
But this fucking liars twelve years old
All the time we was making
Them cookies and burning brownies
Making sure I was asleep
Sending my brother to spy on me was bullshit
(Hell yeah)
Whatchu mean stop cursing I can say it again
Damn ain't lying a sin don't get me wrong
I appreciate the shit you bought me
But don't you think it goes
Against everything you taught me be honest
Tell the truth it'll set you free
A fat white man with no fee a mystery
Ngga please
I done sat on this motherfuckers lap
With his sack
Telling him I been good and all of that
You mean to tell me all of that was a knack
You on some bull wait a minute
Don't take my toys back I want those
Sorry kids out here your daddys broke
Plus my checked is linked to interscope
(sorry) i wanted to buy you a GI
Joe and a stuffed bunny i got $500
But that's my weed money (gotta smoke)
Im just trying to get these books gone
And fuck christmas
Im tryna get the heat and lights on
(I thought you got Two Gs
From the Eminem Show) it's already gone
I owed it to D Bo (My money punk)
And I ain't got the video
Game that you wanted
Here's your double dribble on Atari 2600
You know Bizarre don't celebrate holidays
I'll buy you a pound of
Weed on your next birthday
I regret that I ever wrote a Christmas list
I found this shit in my mothers dress
(Ain't this my stuff bitch)
My parents wasn't rich
They getting all this shit
But for what reason
Damn mama what about the rent?
This tree it don't fit
To hell with Saint Nick and this shit
They liable of burning down the crib
But when I light trees
You acting like i did something major
You better stop brainwashing your kids
I'm pissed in the winter
And since that ngga Swift didn't get a gift
I'll admit the Grinch was my ngga
So fuck a holiday i'd say ignore it
Don't give me shit if I have
To wait a year for it
I need a Playstation, Xbox
And Gamecube goddamit
I know you got the money I
Saw you stealing from grandma
Ain't no lying to me this year
Cause now i'm thirteen
I know how to smoke weed
And i'm all about green (yeah)
I'm grown now how you ain't know
There's hair on my nuts
And the school I got bold
So I need these new clothes
To be under the tree
And an R kelly tape for me and my boys to see
(R kelly) it really don't make no sense
You run around like a chicken
With your head cut off (Shit)
Ain't buy a damn thing that I asked for again
Where's my money (Huh?)
Where's the bitches (Huh?)
Where's all the other little shit? (Huh?)
Hope you know there's no Santa Clause
You know they lying to us all
No fat man give out toys yall
Now I remember Christmas
Waking up in pissy pajamas
I never would've guessed that Santa
Clause was my Mama that's fucked up
Thought lying was bold (That was different)
But this fucking liars twelve years old
All the time we was making
Them cookies and burning brownies
Making sure I was asleep
Sending my brother to spy on me was bullshit
(Hell yeah)
Whatchu mean stop cursing I can say it again
Damn ain't lying a sin don't get me wrong
I appreciate the shit you bought me
But don't you think it goes
Against everything you taught me be honest
Tell the truth it'll set you free
A fat white man with no fee a mystery
Ngga please
I done sat on this motherfuckers lap
With his sack
Telling him I been good and all of that
You mean to tell me all of that was a knack
You on some bull wait a minute
Don't take my toys back I want those
Sorry kids out here your daddys broke
Plus my checked is linked to interscope
(sorry) i wanted to buy you a GI
Joe and a stuffed bunny i got $500
But that's my weed money (gotta smoke)
Im just trying to get these books gone
And fuck christmas
Im tryna get the heat and lights on
(I thought you got Two Gs
From the Eminem Show) it's already gone
I owed it to D Bo (My money punk)
And I ain't got the video
Game that you wanted
Here's your double dribble on Atari 2600
You know Bizarre don't celebrate holidays
I'll buy you a pound of
Weed on your next birthday
I regret that I ever wrote a Christmas list
I found this shit in my mothers dress
(Ain't this my stuff bitch)
My parents wasn't rich
They getting all this shit
But for what reason
Damn mama what about the rent?
This tree it don't fit
To hell with Saint Nick and this shit
They liable of burning down the crib
But when I light trees
You acting like i did something major
You better stop brainwashing your kids
I'm pissed in the winter
And since that ngga Swift didn't get a gift
I'll admit the Grinch was my ngga
So fuck a holiday i'd say ignore it
Don't give me shit if I have
To wait a year for it
I need a Playstation, Xbox
And Gamecube goddamit
I know you got the money I
Saw you stealing from grandma
Ain't no lying to me this year
Cause now i'm thirteen
I know how to smoke weed
And i'm all about green (yeah)
I'm grown now how you ain't know
There's hair on my nuts
And the school I got bold
So I need these new clothes
To be under the tree
And an R kelly tape for me and my boys to see
(R kelly) it really don't make no sense
You run around like a chicken
With your head cut off (Shit)
Ain't buy a damn thing that I asked for again
Where's my money (Huh?)
Where's the bitches (Huh?)
Where's all the other little shit? (Huh?)