Wake up, Scrooge, I'm about to take a [bad word] of a dump
On this lonely, homely little miserable [bad word] I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're still getting [bad word] You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, [bad word] rappers faster than Scottish lands
Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am
I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, make you think you're going insane
You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, call me 2 Chainz!