Christmas Tales lyrics

(Intro:)
So everybody (Everybody)
Hope you know there's no Santa Claus
You know they lying to us all
Don't no fat man give out toys, y'all

(Verse 1: Kuniva)
Now I remember Christmas, waking up in p*ssy pajamas
I never would've guessed that Santa Claus was my Mama
That's f*cked up, I thought lying was bold (That was different!)
But this f*cking lie is twelve years old
All the time we was making them cookies and burning brownies?
Making sure I was asleep
Sending my brother to spy on me was bullsh*t? (Hell Yeah)
What you mean stop cursin'? I can say it again
Damn, ain't lyin' a sin?
Don't get me wrong - I appreciate the sh*t you bought me
But don't you think it goes against everything you taught me?
Be honest; tell the truth; It'll set you free
A fat white man with no heat on this street? (n*gga, please!)
I done sat on this motherf*ckers lap with his sack
Telling him that I've been good and all of that
You mean to tell me all of that was an act? Y'all some hoes
Wait a minute, don't take my toys back! That's not cool!

(Verse 2: Bizarre & Kuniva)
Sorry kids, out here, your daddy's broke
'Cause my check's late from Interscope (Sorry)
I wanted to buy you a G.I. Joe and a stuffed bunny
I got $500 but that's my weed money (Gotta smoke!)
Plus your momma just booked and gone
f*ck christmas, I'm tryna keep the heat and lights on, damnit
Man, I thought you got two Gs from The Eminem Show
It's already gone - I owed it to D-Bo (My money, punk!)
And I ain't got the video game that you wanted
Here's your Double Dribble on Atari 2600 (Aw, daddy)
You know Bizarre don't celebrate holidays
I'll buy you a pound of weed on your next birthday (Hahahaha)
(Verse 3: Swifty McVay)
I regret that I ever wrote a Christmas list
I found this sh*t in my mother's dress (Ain't this my stuff b*tch)
My parents wasn't rich, they getting all this sh*t
But for what reason? Damn, mama, what about the rent?
This tree, it don't fit; to hell with Saint Nick
And this sh*t, they liable of burning down the crib
But when I light trees, you acting like I did something major
You better stop brainwashing your kids - I'm p*ssed in the winter
And since that n*gga Swift didn't get a gift, I'll admit the Grinch was my n*gga
So f*ck a holiday - I'd say ignore it
Don't give me sh*t if I have to wait a year for it

(Verse 4: Mr. Porter)
I need a PlayStation, Xbox, and GameCube, goddamit (Yeah)
I know you got the money - I saw you steal it from grandma
Ain't no lyin' to me this year 'cause now i'm thirteen
I know how to smoke weed and I'm all about green (Yeah!)
I'm grown now, how you ain't know?
There's hair on my nuts and at school I got hoes
So I need these new clothes to be under the tree
And an R. Kelly tape for me and my boys to see (R. Kelly!)
It really don't make no sense
You run around like a chicken with your head cut off (Aw, sh*t!)
Ain't buy a damn thing that I asked for again
Where's my money? (Huh?) Where's the b*tches? (Huh?) Where's my damn Corvette? (Huh?)