This is not a Christmas song 'cus Bobby doesn't celebrate Christmas

Yeah, 'tis the season with a nigga named Jaque Beatz
(Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Flow so cold, spittin' fire on a hot beat
(Fa la la la la, la la la la)
And grab your gifts 'cus hoes be hoeing
(Hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe)
And Santa copped a brick got that motherfucker snowing
(Fa la la la la, la la la la) ho ho ho

Whoa, Santa, whoa
Is that a pistol and are the tips hollow?
Yeah, you're fucking right, and you can die tonight
I ain't got no money, got a 35 I could borrow
Hell fucking no you couldn't pay me back tomorrow

I know you and Jack Frost ain't so cool
Man fuck Jack Frost he can fucking die too
I'ma pay you back I wouldn't play you like a fool
(Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Man, shut the fuck up
No, no, no!