C - Lance - FiLTHMAS 3: The Final Gift lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, YEAH [Verse One] Say "goodbye" to Christmas This is the last year you'll witness Anything related to this sh** Pine trees, incense The scent you smell from a distance Rudolph the Red Nosed Dipsh** Jolly Saint Nicholas I k**ed him and hijacked his shipment Crashed into the mountains, survived, and went ballistic I've been k**ing sh** 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 f**ing 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, n***a 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 f** out for revenge and it's time Keep your a** home, b**h, 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 s**er motherf**er who invented this f**ing 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 sh** is finna get thick Boys, it's finna get intense, what I'm finna do is f**ing cataclysmic I'm finna get ignant I'm finna blow this co*ks**ing holiday off the calendar in an instant I made the commitment If I'm met with resistance I'm hitting motherf**ers with a biscuit You caused all the mischief Because I wouldn't be doing it if y'all wasn't celebrating this sh** [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 n***as got it twisted And I'm tired of seeing you trying to buy expensive sh** at other people's expenses It doesn't make a difference Cause tonight, I'ma bring your worst f**ing 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 motherf**ing wig split I'm sick of this f**ing capitalistic, sadistic, piece of sh**, holiday fiction But I'ma end this when they open the final gift, b**h!