How Sean Price Stole Christmas lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*ck Christmas, f*ck this sh*t
Stick my di*k in a box, f*ck 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 n*ggas flinch
Thief by night that'll f*ck up your day
Wash my nuts with your toothbrush you have it on display
I don't give a sh*t, I ain't getting sh*t
I hate spitting this plus I hate St.Nicholas
You wake up while I'm taking your sh*t
That's when I smack blood out your little innocent b*tch
Candy cane, ain't no 'caine in the candy
Just some sugary bullsh*t, the tree look fancy
f*ck you and your Christmas tree
I'm the Grinch, you call me P
Motherf*ckers!

[Hook]
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 motherf*cking thief and his name was P
He still sell drugs and occasionally shoot sh*t
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 coke habit
Better believe P wordplay
Almost feel guilty cause it's Jesus' birthday
P!
[Hook]