Lyrics Earl Sweatshirt

Earl Sweatshirt

Fuck This Christmas

Welcome to my home, the place that I hate

The place that I love, the Planet of the Apes

The place that I loathe, the boy minus father

Equals boy minus heart, always testing mama

Mic sessions thrash, life lessons trashed

Nights get cold as the knife that I grab

Zoom to your wife room take her life with a stab

Sure her ass look nice, but nicer in a bag

And slung over shoulder, village slum soldier

Bayonet bloods when my cup runneth over

With sith lord dark side of the force

In the trunk of a Porsche tryna butt fuck Yoda

Shotgun, drop T, Earl flow shogun

Jabbing with a pen while you faggots getting toes done

Hold up, I was four going on grown up

So before you niggas tell me I'm nuts, you better grow some, faggot

Fuck this Christmas

Fuck this Christmas (Nigga fuck Santa Claus)

Fuck this Christmas

Ain't nothing for you (Ain't no gift for you)

Crazy mothafuckas in the North Pole causing ruckus

And the punk nut-crackers couldn't cuff us, how I fuck her

It was quiet how I stepped in, I crept in with my cock out

Now she's having make-out sessions with my weapons

Drunk a fifth of eggnog, stole Santa's reindeer

Joy-rode the North Pole, steering is a bitch so

I hopped out and ask some Jasper elves for some info

Where I can burn some Christmas trees with large amounts of thick snow

I've been acting naughty problem child in attendance

John Ritter said he taught me how to mothafuck a Christmas

Dismissing all the wanting and the presents are forsaken

See if you're the gift from God then I'm the Christmas wrap from Satan

You, bitch you can't get nothing

No more, no more presents, no more cranberry sauce

Bitch you can't get nothing no more

No more fleeces for your caprices and shit

Bitch give me my mothafuckin' presents back, ain't none for you

Alright for real, you gon' have to give me my fucking presents back

Cause those are for my grandma, yeah that thong, that was for my grandma

Give me my presents back, give me my gifts