Earl Sweatshirt - f** This Christmas lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl] Welcome to my home, the place that I hate The place that I love, the Planet of the Apes The place that I loathe, the boy minus father Equals boy minus heart, always testing mama Mic sessions thrash, life lessons trashed Nights get cold as the knife that I grab Zoom to your wife room take her life with a stab Sure her a** look nice, it'd look nicer in a bag And slung over shoulder, village slum soldier Bayonet bloods when my cup runneth over With sith lord dark side of the force In the trunk of a Porsche tryna bu*t f** Yoda Shotgun, drop T, Earl flow shogun Jabbing with a pen while you f*ggots getting toes done Hold up, I was four going on grown up So before you n***as tell me I'm nuts, you better grow some, f*ggot [Hook] f** this Christmas f** this Christmas (n***a f** Santa Claus) f** this Christmas Ain't nothing for you (Ain't no gift for you) [Verse 2: Tyler] Crazy mothaf**as in the North Pole causing ruckus And the punk nut-crackers couldn't cuff us, how I f** her It was quiet how I stepped in, I crept in with my co*k out Now she's having make-out sessions with my weapons Drunk a fifth of eggnog, stole Santa's reindeer Joy-rode the North Pole, steering is a b**h so I hopped out and ask some Jasper elves for some info Where I can burn some Christmas trees with large amounts of thick snow I've been acting naughty problem child in attendance John Ritter said he taught me how to mothaf** a Christmas Dismissing all the wanting and the presents are forsaken See if you're the gift from God then I'm the Christmas wrap from Satan [Hook] [Outro: Hodgy] You, b**h you can't get nothing No more, no more presents, no more cranberry sauce b**h you can't get nothing no more No more fleeces for your caprices and sh** b**h give me my mothaf**in' presents back, ain't none for you Alright for real, you gon' have to give me my f**ing presents back Cause those are for my grandma, yeah that thong, that was for my grandma Give me my presents back, give me my gifts