hot chocolate in my double cup

Again All right this is a BUNDABOY$ exclusive I'm like the Grinch Mean like a pinch Ruin Christmas for the poor and the rich I don't care which Now watch me switch I'ma naughty lister for life, yeah Steal the presents meant for your wife, yeah Cut your Christmas lights with a knife yeah I'd beat Santa Claus in a fight, yeah What your gun say? It say ho ho ho And it's named Rudolph Cause it lights up my foes Drank in my right hand Got that hot cocoa Bumpin' that festive spirit Let it snow let it snow Hey Jackson You know we jackin' it up I got my AK-47 aiming straight for the huzz I'm shooting all the elves on Christmas You know I've had enough I'm kicking it with MRC My stockings filled with some stuff I'm 'bouta Cause you know my gang be all about that snow 'Tis the season cause I'm never giving no gift to a hoe Holly jolly 'bouta carol with a tech I'm 'bouta blow Sliding sleigh ride popping blocks until I'm rolling in the dough Frosty outside, it's festive time, smoke a bleezy All I want for X-mas is to get Ms. Claus weezy Riding solo or with the Grinch no one feels me Bunda breezy, pour a double shot in my iced tea Cream soda cowboy might go rob the Polar Express If I get my hands up on some snow my mind is a mess This is acked 3 AM and it's not me at my very best We been up all night tryna catch Saint Nick with no rest I got coal in my stocking Round the Christmas tree we're rocking Hate the elf on the shelf Cause that little snitch is always watching Snow is glistening in the lane I'm munching on a candy cane If I see one more Hallmark Christmas movie I think I'ma gonna insane Old Kris Kringle loves the bells that jingle Christmas cookie sprinkles and the figgy pudding bowl His eyes twinkle, roof walkin' on the shingles Down the chimney fire kindled Somehow he can break and enter But when I do it's illegal Silent night the way I'm attaching on my fucking suppressor Hit the North Pole CEO You know them elves will never check her Noel hit me with the hit list Cause I'm Santa's little helper Bitch it's Collen fuckin' Jackson Christmas number-one successor Cause it's colder than a bitch who got her settings in her contact Hit the Christmas party only sippin' on that Compaq Nepo baby mansion hit the house that bitch was ransacked Collen take the flow back cause those bars are fuckin' jam-packed Snow exhibition, hit the North Pole Now I'm ice-cold Heard Rudolph on the pay role, corrupt won't fold Cold nights tagging trains They departed saw coal rolled Every girl want chrome for Christmas Day but he trolled Wrapping blunts up like presents, blessed you in my presence Snowball fights know his arsenal read his contents Now they go band for bands chrome pull up percents Got my herbal-grown cologne she said she love my incense