Intro
It sounds like Nyge
Verse 1: JME
Yeah
Christmas party, Christmas knees up
Man pulled up, didn’t see one knee up (Dead)
Everyone’s stush, don’t wanna free up
It’s fuckin’ October, why is your tree up? (What?)
Been wrapping them gifts in cunch
Dropping ’em off tryna get my P up (OT)
Then John Lewis put out that shit advert
Tryna make man spend his re-up (What?)
Three in the morning, man can’t sleep (Pricks)
My neighbours lighting up the whole street (Pricks)
NPower, SSE, EON, EDF energy
Them man there raking in the Ps (Trust)
Dumb consumers still can’t see
Mummy’s trying to make ends meet
Christmas extortion, Christmas greed
Verse 2: Tobi
Down your spine, you’ll feel a tingle (Yeah)
When you hear this festive jinglе (Yeah)
This one’s drill, not pop likе Pringle
You can get wrapped up, no Kris Kringlе (Bow)
See, it’s Christmas and you don’t wanna miss this (Yeah)
Don’t need lights ’cause we’re bringing the litness (Yeah)
So you’re better off hiding your missus ’cause I’m top of her wishlist (Ayy, ayy)
Santa’s sleigh, I might jack that (Yeah, yeah)
Christmas presents, I stack that (Yeah, yeah)
Mrs. Claus got a fat back (Mm-hmm), so I might have to tap that (Uh)
Then I’m leaving in Santa’s ride (Santa’s ride)
If the elves try run up on bro, then it’s beef, so I have to slide (Have to slide)
Chorus: KSI
Christmas drillings, make a killin’ (Killin’)
Got them children crying
Now that Santa Claus is missin’
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ain’t no, ain’t no)
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Christmas drillings, make a killin’
Spending all your P, don’t look under the tree
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ain’t no presents, ain’t no presents)
Ain’t no presents till your birthday
Ooh-ooh-oh
Verse 3: Vikkstar, Tobi & KSI
It’s the 123 (Mm-hmm)
Man’ll cut down your Christmas tree (Jeez)
Gonna take this flow out in the snow, back to skid row, fuck mistletoe
Pull up on Santa and jack his sleigh (Uh-huh)
Him and his elves might pass away (Uh-huh)
Run ’em all over with his sled
Out in Lapland, snow turn red
He’s dead (He’s dead, he’s dead)
Santa got put in a spliff, irrelevant myth
End of his presence, I plead the fifth
Body is stiff (Jeez, huh)
Verse 4: KSI
Yeah, Merry Christmas
See man jacking presents (All of them)
Fuck your life, this ain’t Evanescence
Man don’t want socks (Nah), man don’t want Crocs (Nah)
Man tryna grab your mum
Bend her over, slide in just to show them how I stuff that turkey (Jeez)
Primed up (What?), all my opps get banged up (What?)
Sit man down with a one-two piece
Then a push-up to win with hands up (Shut up)
And I come do Christmas wavy
Priced up but I’m not Katie
Solo man but I’m not Stacey
I’m the man, but I’m no baby
Chorus: KSI
Christmas drillings, make a killin’ (Killin’)
Got them children crying
Now that Santa Claus is missin’
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ain’t no, ain’t no)
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Christmas drillings, make a killin’
Spending all your P, don’t look under the tree
Ain’t no presents till your birthday (Ain’t no presents, Ain’t no presents)
Ain’t no presents till your birthday
Ooh-ooh-oh
