F*** You It’s Christmas Prof

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Face covered in some barbecue sauce
I'll dress up like a drunk Santa Claus
And if I see one more rich person getting a car
I'm 'bout to burn that motherfucker's garage (It's Christmas)
My family creepy as it gets
Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick
Fuck you. It's Christmas
I don't wanna hold your kid
Thats some scary fucking shit, ick
Fuck you. It's Christmas

All through the night, little spoiled-ass kids dream about what they might get
All through the night, I contemplate about which blunt I might hit, lickity split
All through the night, I congratulate my sister on becoming a vegan
All through the night, I ponder about an excuse to leave for the legion
My uncle bragging that this his last d dub
I'll let that plate past me up, that food looks nasty as fuck (Hmm)
Wow, nonstop, giving advice, right, like your life ain't broken
Wow, thank you for pressuring marriage in front of my girlfriend
Still can't tell my nephews apart
And my stepfather thinks he's in charge

And if I see one more rich person getting a car
I'm 'bout to burn that motherfucker's garage (It's Christmas)
My family creepy as it gets
Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick
Fuck you. It's Christmas
I don't wanna hold your kid
Thats some scary fucking shit, ick
Fuck you. It's Christmas