Christmas Song II (Grinch)

[Claire Boucher/Grimes]
Jay Worthy on the mic!
Jay Worthy on the mic!

[Jay Worthy]
Ain't not with the henny
And my red house shoes
In my hotel robe
Like it's Home Alone Two
Catch me running round the lobby
Me and Grimes acting fool
Getting low, watch me pour
The whole four in the two
With the homies uptown
Posted up on two fifth
Claimed up, fat belly
Looking like I'm Saint Nick
Hit Bebe on the 7 way across from Saint Nick's
Know I'm good everywhere
I’m on some real good shit
But best keep it litty
You don't want no politics
Turned up with the homies
Like we all gonе trip
LA in the morning
Can't miss that flight
I'm a turn around bitch
I'll be back that night
Pants still sagging like what
Causе I got my money up

[Claire Boucher/Grimes]
It's motherfucking Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
I'm the Grinch!
I'm the Grinch, motherfucker!
I'm the Grinch!
I'm the Grinch, motherfucker!

No lemons in the field
Mangos in the sun
Ice on the hose
Christmas is no fun
Presents under the tree
Chest killing sprees
Kings, queens, pawns on the board
Bishops unite, rooks on the horde
Autumn, winter
Can't wait till spring
Where gardens are growing
Give me the greens
Kale, spinach, ginger and cloves
All we get is fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe

[Claire Boucher/Grimes]
It's mother fucking Christmas
And all thought the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
I'm the Grinch!
I'm the Grinch motherfucker!
I'm the Grinch!
I'm the Grinch motherfucker!

I'm the Grinch
I'm the Grinch
I'm the Grinch
I'm the Grinch