| Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off |
| Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe &my slippers |
| I gotta go! |
| Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing |
| Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing |
| That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow |
| Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow |
| It’s all about the candycanes and Christmas list |
| North Pole and that chubby jolly old Saint Nick |
| The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop |
| And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top |
| Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, rosting like marshmellows |
| Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O's |
| It’s the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle |
| The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles |
| That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers |
| Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers |
| Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleave |
| We stayin' up all night on Christmas Eve |
| It’s the season for sharing, season of the gift |
| Season for snow, it’s December 25th |
| That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick |
| Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick |
| It’s the season for sharing, season of the gift |
| Season for snow, it’s December 25th |
| That time of the year, we suprise all the kids |
| Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz |
| I see snowmen, snowflakes, cinnamon cakes |
| Sisters and brothers, sliding down garbage can covers |
| Snowball fights, eggnog splashed with Hennessey |
| Bet Christmas is Christmas from New York to Tennessee |
| The Kris Kringles, the Jingling Babies |
| All them late nights wrapping gifts, driving you crazy |
| And Jack Frost is outside, freezing it up |
| Got the hood and the goose just to loosen you up |
| And all the homes is all lit with some many lights |
| See the trees through the windows, glittered up at night |
| Gingerbread house, bumping that Jingle Bell Rock |
| And all them little bad kids get coal in they socks |
| Ghost knows when you be sleeping |
| And Ghost knows when you are awake |
| And I know if you been bad or good |
| So be good for old Ghostface |
| Hahahaha, we made it, wish you all a Merry Christmas |
| And a Happy New Year, hahahaha |
| And to all a good night, good night to all |
| To Staten Island, hahah, nah, cut it, cut it off — son |