text: After the joy, half laughter the book
  Of the kids favorite motherfucking chapter
  No need to be a actor 
  So the fat nigga could drink my motherfucking milk
  I want some gold Bapes I want a prom date
  Sloppy ass musty bitch, thats overweight
  I want a new piano, record deal, new pills, therapist
  Im pissed 
  Jingle balls and Im fucking Mrs. Clause
  Have her climbing up the wall, while he givin yall gifts
  He aint never gave me shit
  My mom bought the wrapping and the shit that influenced
  Me to start rapping. Its not a joke, chilling with the Polar Bear
  That used to work for coke, Santas sniffin coke
  My Santa Letter Wrote
  Fuck you, whiney Malcolm X movie, try me
  And Im stealing Harry Potters Cloak
  Middle East was his birthday, 25th Id rather get gifts
  So why the fuck would I go out my way to celebrate birthday
  Im selfish what the fuck I look like buying a gift
  Hide em, bed under the couch
  Rad kid done smashed they motherfucking ginger house
  And Jesus dont know me, he aint my homie
  Our friendship sits on a self
  Santa go and molest an elf
  Prancer, Jingle, Rudolf
  Drunk driving at night, a peppermint Smirnoff
  Santa little buzz, and forgot to switch gears off
  My childhood is here, never ever ever Smirnoff
  Snowman robbing little girl, boys, for toys
  And G.I. Joes, and here his fat ass go on my roof
  Like Ho Ho 
  Christmas trees green, and this time of year clean
  Make me wanna go and do things 
  Niggas in a tinsel, sleighbell blow whistle
  Alana, Raquel, hope yall under the missle-toe
  The house is decorated, and man Im frustrated
  Cause I didnt get shit that I really wanted
  New Years zoom like a mother fucking Mazda
  But at the end I wanna know what the fuck is Kwanzaa?
  (What is it? Nobody Knows...Nobody Knows
  Anybody?)
  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays
  Fuck It, Im still a kid
  Bout to go have a snowball fight
  In the middle of LA
  Steal some Christmas trees, set em on fire
  Eat some gingerbread cookies
  Shit, I dont know
  Its the time to enjoy life
  You Know?
  Happy Holidays from us at Odd Future
  And, Fuck you. Fuck You. Fuck You