Christmas Mom Rap lyrics

[Intro]
You serious?
(What?)
You're bein' ungrateful on Christmas Day, that's what
I swear, you never do anything around this house and now you wanna—?
(Mom, calm down)
Oh, is that right?
(Look, Mom, I didn't mean to—)

[Verse 1]
I don't know who you talkin' to like that
See the gift? I'm about to take it right back
How you mad about a phone when you never clean the home?
Boy, you really thought that you would get an iMac?
Huh, you need an eye check
Actin' grown when you're out here spendin' my checks
All I wanted Christmas Day is for you to get an A
But you're still skippin' out on your assignments
(Mom, I got a 3.9 GPA)
Would've been four if you'd stop playin' games
You're prolly failin' because of that phone
(No, I'm not) That better not be a tone
I'ma still give you this just 'cause I'm nice
(Oh, thank you, Mom— Are these cleaning supplies?)
Yup, maybe now you'll go clean up my room
(Why would I do that?) 'Cause I told you to
[Verse 2]
(Guys, today's Christmas, let's all relax)
Eardle, you for real? (She's right, I take it back)
(Come on, Dad, you don't think Mom's trippin'?)
(Well, uhh, I think you should listen)
See, now your Dad has sense
While you don't have none, boy, you don't pay rent
What I should do is send you to your room
(Mom, I'm 19) You'll do what I tell you

[Verse 3]
I know you're not here makin' messes
(Mom, what? I'm just tryna open my presents)
(I'll pick it up) Boy, you said that before
(Yeah, and I did) Then what's this on my floor?
Oh, you don't wanna talk about that?
Nothin' to say? (Mom, I—) Don't you talk back
Better act right or I'll go call on that Uber
I'll knock you into Christmas Past, Present, and Future

[Verse 4]
(Mom, this isn't fair)
(I got three phones, but no Yeezys I can wear?)
Oh, sorry, Timmy, we'll go buy you some, okay?
(Wait, can I get some?) You can get to cleaning things
(Hold up, why is it that he got that and I only got this?)
(That is not fair)
Boy, drop the attitude and go and clean up a dish
I do not care
I swear you kids are so selfish
Shoulda made the naughty list since y'all are never helpin'
Kyle, get off of your phone
(Tim's on his phone, too) I asked you to stop, though
See, you hear, but you don't listen
All I asked was to clean the roof and kitchen
But you're actin' like you're stressed
(Hold up, didn't you make the mess?)
Oh, yeah... It don't matter who had did it
[Verse 5]
(I broke the window) How'd you let this happen?
(How is this my fault?) You got me distracted
And plus, you should've been watchin' your brother
(Okay, Mom, this one's on you, you're his mother)
Let's see what Santa made me with his elves
Oh, look at that, a brand-new leather belt
(Ayy, Mom, relax, today's Christmas, you're trippin')
Kyle, come here, 'tis the season of givin'