Lyrics

Started as a dream and a wishlist To be the coolest geek in the business Presents for the nephews and nieces Now it's back to mum and dads for the feasting Singing Merry, Merry Christmas If you ain't got a present, that's your business We got everything and more on the wishlist Singing Merry, Merry See, in Christmas time, I get hashtag Merky (Merky) Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey (bakaw) Harry got the snow (ayy), Jamie got the flow (what?) Shakka on the beat (ayy), KSI got teets (teets) Why the hell you bulkin' up for Christmas? Look at you (fatty) Dumb KSI got stuck in the chimney shoot (fatty) We got Christmas on the beat, Santa in the sheets (ayy) It's not my fault Mrs. Claus wants the D (trust) Mrs. Claus Ethan's got her on all fours None of your wives are safe (no) Disrespect and he'll pull yours S-X (Mr-Top-Ten), yeah Round of applause Change style Rudeboy Jme is just all shorts (all shorts) Before, war are you all sure? Man's a ryzen threadripper You're Pentium Dual Core Rock jaws Sleep, snore, on the cold floor While you drown in the war Man will just row to the shore Merry Christmas KSI, you silly buffoon Yeah, you got a top ten But you're the worst on the tune You can't multiply and you can't do division Pipe down, you only won a split decision I'll be coming at you with some Christmas banter I heard Tobjizzle got nonced by Santa (nonced) I took a look at Zerkaa's Christmas list Can you imagine my surprise when I saw it said, "Kids" All the cousins 'round for Christmas dinner, enjoying life And Vik's trying to pick one out to be his next wife Happy holiday Simon, my old chum The only turkey getting stuffed this year, is your mum (haha, your mum) Jingle bells, Simon smells Josh is a eediat Tobi's a wasteman JJ, no we don't take no L's S-X, (Mr-Top-Ten) You man tried it, but you all failed You man are shit, I'm bringing in Vik Man are gonna elbow drop some elves See we're all young guys, got Christmasses to come And you're just OAP's, might not make the next one Me and Behz on PUBG (ey), getting chicken dinner But your boy slim Simon's just getting thinner Yeah, Rudolph's nose is red and Harry's is white We're waiting on an upload, but he's high as a kite (high as a kite) Yeah he's up there, do a quick flyby Santa's chairStone cold stun a man in mid air Take a few boxes it's not fair, but we don't care We're still singing Merry, Merry Christmas If you ain't got a present, that's your business We got everything and more on the wishlist Singing Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas Singing Merry, Merry Christmas If you ain't got a present, that's your business We got everything and more on the wishlist Singing Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Writer(s): Tarandeep Singh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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