Dear Black Santa

H-H-Hey Santa, it's, it's Dax again (hi)

Just checking if you got my list (oh)

Dear Mr. Santa (hello)

My name is Dax and I've been a good kid

I made a list of the shit that I wanted this year

Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (you did)

I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney

Just so you know where I live (Google maps)

Stop watching porn, gave to the homeless (so like, damn dude)

Don't be a bitch

Yeah, I want a Cadillac color matte black (skrr)

Yeah, I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (hm)

Yeah, I want a crib to crash with a pool and

A court and a golf course all in the back (yah)

Yeah, I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars

Instagram a million followers take out food from Benihana's (please)

I need a follow back from Lele Pons (where you at?)

I need a Drake feature on a song (go on then)

I could probably do this shit myself and all

But I ain't really tryna wait that long (facts)

So Santa this is my list and

I'm confident in you that you will complete it (I know you will)

Me and your daughter are friends and

If I don't get all of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it

Dear Mr. Dax

I took the time to go over your list

And unfortunately I'm sorry to say

You have been a bad kid (very naughty)

I can get some shit but not all those God damn gifts (sorry)

And as for my daughter young man

There ain't no way your fuckin' that bitch

Man, fuck you Santa

I don't even want your gifts

I don't even want that car

I don't even want that bitch

I don't even want that shit

Now I want Mrs. Clause

Want her sayin' ho, ho, ho, ho

While she's on my pole, pole, pole, pole

Keep my wrist froze, froze, froze, froze

While I play games with Rudolph

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm crazy Santa

Gave her the dick, banana

Came through with the heat, the jammers

Butt cheeks through the sheets, pajamas

So what does that mean?

I think it means that I win either way

I'll leave you cookies and milk and a note on the table

And here is what that shit's gonna say

Make sure you clean the motherfuckin' chimney (I want it spotless)

Make sure you turn off the lights when you done (got bills to pay dude)

Make sure you leave me a tip on the table (that's right for me)

Don't eat two cookies, your fat ass gets one

Don't forget to leave shit in my stocking yeah you know where it's at

Milk chocolate, some henny and condoms with that

Xanax, weed to sell in the trap

Don't lie Santa, boy, I know that you're black

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen

Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen

Talk shit they all go missin'

Santa nigga it's Merry Christmas

(Merry Christmas)

(I got all the loot)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

It's Dax