Merry Christmas

But Christmas time is really weird
People wait 'til Christmas to wish you something
"Well, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
And how's your mother and your father and the family? Merry Christmas"
Shit, how come you can't be nice around July and August? February?
Buncha crooks, buncha goddamn crooks
Ho-ho-ho-ho, ho-ho, Christmas
Shit, I ain't giving nobody shit this Christmas
Give them the same thing they gave me last time—shit
People are phony, ya'mean
My dad was a dad, good man
He couldn't stand to see my mother get up in the cold winter time
And make a fire in the cold stove
So he slept with his face to the wall
You know a nigga called me from Mississippi a couple nights ago
He said, "Foxx, why don't you come on down here in Mississippi and see what you can do"
I said, "Brother, if the smog left, I could see from here what I can do is Mississippi"
See, I wouldn't go to Mississippi to get my mama out the hospital
I'll send her cab fare, but I'm not going to Mississippi
See, a lot of old folks won't fly
If you supposed to fly, you'd have feathers
I said, no, all you'll need is a ticket
You get on there with some feathers, they'd beat the shit out you if you were on an airplane
Old folks, I mean, I get tired of all that old time shit
That's why the world is backwards—thank you so much, Ooma Gooma