[Verse 1: Frisco]
Tell a man make way
For the system killer
You got cuff but you're too damn inna
I don't jingle bells, I ring the bells, I eat MC's like a Christmas dinner
On the first day of Christmas she said to me - you know what, forget it
I'm sure that you get it
Jme made the beat when I heard it I said "That's me"
It's all festive, banter, I like ice in my Fanta
Big time money banter, wrapping up more MC's than Santa
And I just want you to remember this one for the 25th of December
We show love on my corner
But it's, straight on chop for a informer

[Verse 2: Jammer]
Run in your yard and kick down the Christmas tree, kick down your Christmas turkey
I'm a big man but I'm not 30
And me and my G's we are certi
Boy Better Know, manna got the Christmas flows
Flows that are cold like Christmas, Ho, Ho, Ho
Phone my life for the snow, see me in north London like show, show, show
Me and my n***as we be shottin' like (Bop, bop, bop)
DJ pull it back like (Bop, bop, bop)
Manna got bars and flow
I don't wanna tell them (Shut up)
Wrap man like Santa (Shank 'em)
Gucci in Atlanta
Yeah, that's how I'm feeling
[Verse 3: Shorty]
We are the kings, don't eat turkey but I sing hymn's
Don't eat anything that's got limbs
Don't ask me if I want any trimmings
I go to the barber's if I want trims
Pigs in blankets, straight in the bin
Dash them mince pies out of the tin
Santa Claus, I don't know him
I just want six geese or about five rings
Man better know this still
Can't take Shorty for Christmas elf
Too much eggnog's bad for your health
I'll box them Christmas cards, shelf
You must be roughin' if you think man eats Christmas stuffing
I will start acting like Jme, elbow drop, rude fist, boy nothing

[Verse 4: Jme]
Man get shook when I jump down a chimney covered in soot
You can't walk one step in my shoes
You can't put your foot where my foot's put
Draw for the paintball gun and spray man with M&M's and minstrels
Round here, the bells don't jingle
Fly kick the man with a beard and wrinkles
Mandem, show me the signal (Simple)
Man will get wrapped like tinsel
Wrapped in the head with a Christmas chair fam
Open the presents, smash that kindle
Dead pixels, man can never go pop
Are you mad fam?
Pop that pistol, pop that pimple
Pop that wrinkle, pop that Christmas number one single
[Verse 5: Skepta]
Manna got me on a Christmas ting, when you dun know already I'm a halloween man
Heard about the big fat guy with a white beard come into the house, still haven't seen man
Light the fireplace, fuck that shit
How many years are we gonna wait for the prick
Told mum "I'm sorry, but Jason asked me and I have to say what it is"
So tell Santa cancel the Uber
Who brought the gifts this year, that's Junior
Then said that lateness ain't greatness
The world is ours now, should've come sooner
Man ain't getting a better present than the SK Air's
And really and truly, I'm just trynna see the new year
Gotta wait another six days, fam it ain't fair