Jordan Jonesy - Merry f**in' Christmas, Eat My sh**! lyrics

[Chorus] Merry f**in' Christmas Eat my sh**! Make sure that you gobble all of it! The guests are comin' soon So it cannot smell this bad Merry f**in' Christmas, eat my sh**! Eat it, eat it, swallow all of it [Verse 1] Here's the topic of discussion It's that fruitcake gives me the runs I begin to lose control And sh** seeps right outta my buns I felt it in there, I knew how mushy brown it'd be I tried to hurry but the brownness got the best of me It shot from out me, on the cold floor Muck and muddy like a cold sore It's disgusting, I can't smell this Feels like I could die just like Elvis And what's worse is, there's guests comin' In the meantime, there's some plumbing Necessary, things'll get hairy Eat it up, slave, please by wary You must haul a**, I know it's flawless To all f*ggots, and you'd rather see it sit until it attracts all the maggots It must be done very quickly Or else my guests might look quite sickly [Chorus] Merry f**in' Christmas Eat my sh**! You gotta mouth-mop it up to save my tits! The guests are comin' soon And this pickle is bad Merry goddamn Christmas, eat my sh**! s** it, lick it, swallow all of it [Verse 1] C'mon slave, hurry, what's withholding? Are you waiting for its molding? Sick, sick n***a, sh** couldn't be bigger Eat it up quick, 'fore I pull my trigger Mouth to muck, I don't give a damn f** If it's gross or whatever, meh, s** it up! Once you do, I'll spray disinfectant f*g, haul a** now! Things'll get hectic If you can't hurry, oh, goddammit Unless you want me to sh** more, clam it Quit your sobbin', start your gobblin' Hurry up, b**h, the clock's tick-tockin' Mmm, is that tasty? Eat it hastily Chug it down, pretend it's not pasty Kinda looks like birdsh**, don't know if you heard sh** But eatin' fruitcake, it gives me the worst sh** All in your tummy, wasn't that yummy? Now you've got to wipe my bummy There's no TP, so this may be P.U But little sh**ty-tongued n***a, my a**hole is countin' on you Lick it up now, make it sure I'm clean I could give sh**s if it's obscene There's a knock at the door, clean me up, who*e Okay, is it all good? I'll pull up my drawers Come out with me, sh**-tongued f*ggot Serve my guests as a chair or ha**ock Whether it's a foot-stool, or eatin' up s*ut stool Your a** disgusts me, you f**in' f*ggot [Chorus #1] sh**, I shat again!