Ladies that are fat, ladies that are skinny
Ladies that are all night on my jimmy
Ladies that won't charge me a buck fiddy
Just wanna get with me cuz I so pretty
Bitties who wanna bite off a lil sump'n'
Best part's the top like a drew barry muffin
Bitties that wanna turn on their love oven
And cook up a ca**erole of stove top stuffin'
Don't stop the s**in cuz you're filled with my gumption
Takin care of Beaker cuz I'm Honeydew Bunsen
I got ya jonesi' for my potion, got my finger on the bu*ton
That's why mc be struttin'
Wish I could erase this erection
Honey's comin' at me from every direction
Lookin' for the love connection
A stinky, sweaty, s** without protection
So line up the contestants
I'll open their drawers like the kid in the sixth sense
I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in this
She f**in' up my Christmas
f**in' up my Christmas is a new way of saying f**in' up my sh**
This is not so much a holiday oriented song
As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman
She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits
I was fine till you was in my bizness
With you're volleyball booty and you're frilly pink tits
Yo what up wit dis, it's mc chris
"M" in my name stand for monolith
No that's not a lisp, you're a finalist
Here's a stash for that a** it says dominance
Here's my hotel key and some common sense
Get up to my suite or you're incompetent
Do you wanna be a winner or the opposite?
So lick them lips, drop them sh**s
And step on it.
f**in' up my Christmas is a new way of saying f**in' up my sh**
This is not so much a holiday oriented song
As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman
She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
You're f**in up my Christmas biznitch
She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits
You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch
Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits