I'm about to take a Dickens of a dump

on this lonely, homely

little miserable grump

I'm like the star on a Christmas tree

you're like a stump

I'm not known for my heart

but you're still getting trumped

you remind me of my ex-wife

in a bikini

cause you disgust me

keep your TB from Tiny Timmy

away from me

don't even touch me

I don't shake hands

I don't make fans

I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands

even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am

I got my name on the

front of the business, man

my raps will haunt you

make you think you're going insane

you're about to get whooped

by three emcee's

of the ethereal plane

so when the clock strikes

prepare to enter a world

of Christmas pain

cause I'm out

I got my own f***ing problems

call me 2 Chainz

How dare you disturb me

when I'm napping in my chair

you're a crappy rap spitting apparition

I ain't scared of this random phantom

haunt all you want I don't care

haunt all you want I don't care

and I don't believe that hair

Don't panic Scrooge

but you're about to crash

I'm J.P. Morgan

the ghost of rich dudes past

who's properly rocking

the monopoly mustache

yo, I own the railroads

I run these tracks

you got dumped on a bench

now you're pissed at the world

you should have made like Sebastian

and kissed the girl

because your greed is the curse

that's gonna tear you apart

what good is your purse

if you're poor in your heart

Bah humbug

your raps don't unnerve me

they're atrocious

what frightens me the most

is your gross ghost proboscis

business and success

that's the life I've selected

so enough with your pictures from the past

I'm not affected

Well you're about to be right now

I'm the ghost of what's right now

just take a lesson from Yeezy

you're missing the point Ebenezy

there's more to life than your work

take it easy

even I can make time for Azizy

best put some friends on your wish list

cause you don't know the spirit of Christmas

if you did then you would at this moment

be sharing your money

with some of the homeless

No this isn't happening

oh it's maddening agony

wait

actually

harkening back to the dead Donald's lecture

I still am expecting a final specter

Boo!

you're gonna die

no one to love you and no one to cry

alone by yourself

on the bed of your death

with the stench of regret

on your last dying breath

cause you've chosen the path

of a selfish man

with Tiny Tim's innocent

blood on your hands

the penance you pay

for the way you behave

is written as plain

as the name on this grave

Are these the shadows of things that will be?

or things that may be only

if I depart from my course can they change?

say it is thus with what you show me

I promise to mend my ways

a friend to all men is what I will become

it's Christmas I haven't missed

my chance to be different

God bless us every