Lyrics
You pop Percs all year, where my gift at? (huh?)
And why the fuck I got a Easter basket? (Bro)
Why you hire Johnny Red the crackhead to come sing to me? (Come on now)
And he ain't even sing a love song, he said, "Happy birthday"
I don't like that, I don't like that one bit
**** cheap as fuck, he didn't even get me roses (now that's wild)
Got me a bouquet of dandelions, told me make a wish (you sure?)
Yeah, I'd like to beat a bitch
Hold up, is this the same card from last year? (Bro)
Same macaroni noodles with the traced handprint (I know damn well)
Don't know if the **** three or 23
But you did a good job at really fucking up my day (now that's wild)
And then you said you made steak
****, that was Banquet Salisbury steak (bro)
You done fed me a TV dinner?
Mashed potatoes cold as fuck in the middle (hell no)
I ain't got no more patience
What's for dessert, ****? (Surprise me)
He done came 'round the corner with two Oreos (where the pack at?)
Alright, that's it, where the cameras at?
I know I'm getting pranked now (y'all can come out now)
But the cameras never came out, so I sat down
(This shit here crazy)
(When the cameras never came out, I sat down)
(What the fuck?)
Written by: Se’Kret J Groover