G-Mo Skee
FiLTHMAS 3: The Final Gift
[Intro]
Yeah, YEAH

[Verse One]
Say "goodbye" to Christmas
This is the last year you'll witness
Anything related to this shit
Pine trees, incense
The scent you smell from a distance
Rudolph the Red Nosed Dipshit
Jolly Saint Nicholas
I killed him and hijacked his shipment
Crashed into the mountains, survived, and went ballistic
I've been killing shit 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 fucking 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 fuck out for revenge and it's time
Keep your ass home, bitch, 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 sucker motherfucker who invented this fucking 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 shit is finna get thick
Boys, it's finna get intense, what I'm finna do is fucking cataclysmic
I'm finna get ignant
I'm finna blow this cocksucking holiday off the calendar in an instant
I made the commitment
If I'm met with resistance
I'm hitting motherfuckers with a biscuit
You caused all the mischief
Because I wouldn't be doing it if y'all wasn't celebrating this shit
[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 shit at other people's expenses
It doesn't make a difference
Cause tonight, I'ma bring your worst fucking nightmares to fruition
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 motherfucking wig split
I'm sick of this fucking capitalistic, sadistic, piece of shit, holiday fiction
But I'ma end this when they open the final gift, bitch!