A Tragic Christmas Song

This a ghetto Christmas song you better sing along Jingle my bells or you get slapped with my shlong dong Stuffin' socks whip out Glocks, whip out tomahawks Eat cornstalk with a pot full of cheddar chives Throwing knives with the guys, cause I don't like goodbyes I'm gonna tell you now, touch my feet or die Eat my apple pie, or I will make you cry I'll stab you with my rusty knife then I'll take your wife I'll drink all of your Sprite, haha bitch goodnight I hope you get tetanus and then bleed out as you cry I'll beat you to crisp, you'll look like a french fry I'll drown you in a tub and then I will say goodbye We pull up and we slay, shoot my flare in the air We roll up paper square, sit on me just like a chair Please pop me like a bear, talk to me I don't care Tickle my testicles bitch don't you ever dare Hop off Boeing jet with OG Saint Nick We come in blasting with the sticks wearing fresh ass kicks Don't you run me over like no damn dear, cause I will take my shit and I smear Merry Christmas dear, I'll Scream into your ear Then leave you in the dark alone with nothing but fear Meanwhile i'll just cheer, and read some Shakespeare I'll be your father figure and then I will disappear This a ghetto Christmas song you better sing along Jingle my bells or you get slapped with my shlong dong Stuffin' socks whip out Glocks, whip out tomahawks Eat cornstalk with a pot full of cheddar chives Throwing knives with the guys, cause I don't like goodbyes I'm gonna tell you now, touch my feet or die Eat my apple pie, or I will make you cry I'll stab you 47 times with rusty knife