Twas the Night Before Filthmas
G-Mo Skee
Twas the night before Filthmas
And all through the house
Not a present in sight
What the fuck is this about?
All the shit I do
And nobody cares?
This shit got me heated
And full of despair
All the rich kids tucked away in their bed
Well I'm visions of those little motherfuckers dead
They momma, they daddy, the dog, the cat?
All these niggas can take a permanent dirt nap
Fuck that
Saint Nick?
Wanna treat me like a hoe
Last time I got a gift
Was like ten years ago
And it was a football
I don't even like sports
Ahh
Man somebody gone have to pay for this shit