Twas the Night Before Filthmas lyrics
by G-Mo Skee
Twas the night before Filthmas
And all through the house
Not a present in sight
What the f*ck is this about?
All the sh*t I do
And nobody cares?
This sh*t got me heated
And full of despair
All the rich kids tucked away in their bed
Well I'm visions of those little motherf*ckers dead
They momma, they daddy, the dog, the cat?
All these n*ggas can take a permanent dirt nap
f*ck 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 sh*t