Dear Santa

Hey Santa, Dax again I hope you're not gonna ignore my calls again this year I'm sorry about what happened last year I'm just really, really passionate about Christmas and... And you were being a Grinch And you know it Okay? So listen Aye Santa last year you did a good job but this year we need to pick this shit up Last year I said a Cadillac color matte black But this year I think I really want a Bentley truck I don't want to hear excuses last year you played me for a fool this year get yo fat ass up I don't mean to be a nuisance, Santa but after last year I don't give a fuck I need two phones like I'm Kevin gates I'm tryna get boo'd up like I'm Ella Mai Last year I got a Lele Pons follow back But this year I'm tryna take Lele on a god damn date I want two homes, with two gnomes, in two states Two thrones, gray poupon on two steaks A crib with a gate And some fish in a pond with a hot tub beside of a lake I need tube socks A feature from 2Pac A new season of Boondocks Some more ice 'cause I'm too hot And this year throw in a flesh light and a juke box I need closure I need more exposure A new diet preferably kosher Get me a virgin who's never even kissed a man so I can show her A billboard hit Balmain fit Iced out watch Exclusive kicks And some who's only only job is to wipe my ass every time I shit Santa I know you see me, don't try to play me just like you Stevie And have me wondering and looking so needy I'm not that greedy just let me get a couple more things and 60 inch TV A personal chef to help me cook And someone to read for me when I open up a book And let me get some booty Like captain hook Dear Dax, uhhh Santa here, it's not looking good this year, son Ms. Clause is sick Rudolph is in the hospital The Popeyes chicken sandwich ran out I'm black Uhh let me connect you with a friend Again Santa, two in years in row? Now I know what you mean when you always say ho I'ma huff puff come and blow down yo door Treat you just like a grudge I ain't letting you I'ma show you the meaning of pole (do do do) And put yo head right in a scope Put a Red dot 'pon ya head top Have you looking like a real red nose 'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse It was Dax and the Grinch Because Santa's the bitch So we gon' break this shit down And we gon' do it like this