Verse 1:

$#&@ Christmas, $#&@ this %#@!

Stick my dick in a box, $#&@ this gift
You sleeping, that's the cousin of death
I take every gift under the tree 'til it ain't none left

I'm a mean one, call me Mr.Grinch
Unwashed socks, the Glock make ^!$$%s flinch
Thief by night that'll $#&@ up your day

Wash my nuts with your toothbrush you have it on display
I don't give a %#@!, I ain't getting %#@!
I hate spitting this plus I hate St.Nicholas

You wake up while I'm taking your %#@!
That's when I smack blood out your little innocent (*##$
Candy cane, ain't no 'caine in the candy

Just some sugary bull%#@!, the tree look fancy
$#&@ you and your Christmas tree
I'm the Grinch, you call me P

Mother$#&@ers!

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You're a foul one
You're a nasty Mr.Grinch


Verse 2:


Was the night before Christmas, and all through the P's
Was a mother$#&@ing thief and his name was P
He still sell drugs and occasionally shoot %#@!

Don't ho ho ho's, but he stay in some new kicks
I'll be back with Easter, I like to choke rabbits
But now I'm with Rudolph, he got a !@%!e habit

Better believe P wordplay
Almost feel guilty cause it's Jesus' birthday
P!


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