This is not a Chirstmas song 'cus Bobby doesn't celebrate Christmas
Yeah, 'tis the season where a nigga named Jaque Beatz
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Flow so cold, spittin fire on a hot beat
Fa la la la la, la la la la
And grab your gifts 'cus hoes be hoeing
Hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe
And Santa copped a brick got that motherfucker snowing
Fa la la la la, la la la la (ho ho ho)
Santa wow wow
Is that a pistol and all the tips hollow
Yeah, you're fucking right and you can die tonight
I ain't got no money, got a .35 i could borrow
Hell fucking no you couldn't pay me back tomorrow
I know you and Jack Frost ain't so cool
Man fuck Jack Frost he can fucking die too
Imma pay you back I wouldn't play you like a fool
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Shut up man no no