Dear Santa

Ayeee Santa, Dax again
I hope you're not ignoring my calls again this year, I mean
I'm sorry about what happen last year
But I'm just really really passionate about Christmas
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, wit two gnomes, in two states
Two thrones, Grey Poupon on two steaks
A crib wit a gate
And some fish in a pond wit a hot tub beside of a lake
I need tube socks
A feature from Tupac
A new season of Boondocks
Some more ice cuz 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 someone whose 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 when I open up a book
And let me get some booty
Like Captain Hook

Dear Dax, uh Santa here
It's not looking good this year, son
Ms Clause is sick
Rudolph is in the hospital
The Popeye's chicken sandwich ran out
I'm black
Uh let me connect you with a friend

Again Santa, two in years in a row
Now I know what you mean when you always say hoe
Ima huff puff come and blow down yo door
Treat you just like a grudge I ain't letting you go
Ima 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 a bitch
So we gon break this shit down
And we gon do it like this