Merry fuuucking Christmas

### Verse 1 Yo, it’s Christmas Eve, but I ain’t feelin’ jolly, Santa’s hittin’ that bottle, lookin’ real folly. No gifts under the tree, just a six-pack stack, He slurs “Ho Ho Ho,” but he ain't comin' back. Check the sack, man, it’s empty like his soul, Presents traded for whiskey; now that's the goal. Got a sleigh full of liquor instead of toys and cheer, Merry fuuucking Christmas—let's raise a beer! ### Chorus Ho ho ho, let the good times roll, Sippin’ on spirits while we lose control. A toast to the night where we don't give a shit, No presents this year; just alcohol hit! ### Verse 2 Rudolph's buzzed up and he’s stumblin' too, The elves in the corner playin' cards for brew. Tinsel tangled up with empty bottles of wine, While Santa’s out back tryin’ to find his mind. Jingle bells ring as the ice melts slow, Pour one for the homies; it’s a helluva show. Forget about wishes or that holiday bliss, We livin’ wild and free; can’t nobody resist! ### Chorus Ho ho ho, let the good times roll, Sippin’ on spirits while we lose control. A toast to the night where we don't give a shit, No presents this year; just alcohol hit! ### Bridge So raise your glass high if you’re feelin' this vibe, Christmas lights flash like they’re tryin' to describe. This party ain’t stoppin’, it's an all-night flight, Drunk on December magic—ain’t it feelin’ right? ### Outro So here’s to the night when we throw out tradition, With Santa on whiskey—man that’s our mission. Merry fuuucking Christmas with laughter and cheer, Raise another round 'cause it's our time of year!