Dear Mr. Santa, my name Dax is and Ive been a good kid, I made a list of the s*** that I wanted this year did you read it? I’m hoping you did! I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney, just so you’d know where I live. Stopped watching porn, gave to homeless, so like damn dude don’t be a b****!

Yea I want Cadillac color matte black
Ye I want a thick b**** with a fat a**
Ye I want crib to crash with a pool and a court, and a golf course all in the back
Ya I want gucci
Prada
Coupled with a Million Dollar
Instagram a million followers
Takeout food from Benihana’s
Please
I needa follow back lele pons
I needa drake Feature on a song
I could probably do this s*** myself and all but I ain’t really trynna wait that long
So Santa this is my list and I’m confident in you that you complete it me and your daughter are friends and if I don’t get all of my s*** ima Mike Jackson beat it.

Dear Mr Dax, I took the time to go over your list, and unfortunately I’m sorry to say you have been a bad kid. I can get ya some s*** but not all those gawd dang gifts, and as for my daughter young man there eint no way you’re f****** that b****!

Man f*** you santa
I don’t even want yo gifts
I don’t even want that car
I don’t even want that b****
I don’t even want that s***
Now I want Mrs. Clause
Want her saying HOE HOE HOE HOE while she’s on my POLE POLE POLE POLE
Keep my wrist FROZE FROZE FROZE FROZE
while I play games with Rudolph

Ye ye ye I’m crazy SANTA
Gave her the the d*** BANANA
Came through with the heat the JAMMERS
Buttcheeks through the sheets PAJAMAS
So what does that mean? I think it means means that I win either way. I’ll leave you cookies and milk and a note on the table and here’s what that shits gonna

Make sure you clean up the motherfukin chimney
Make sure you turn off the lights when you done
Make sure you leave me a tip on the table
Don’t eat two cookies your fat a** gets one!

Don’t forget to leave s*** in my stocking you know where it’s at, milk chocolate some henny, and condoms with that
Xanax weed to sell in the trap
Don’t lie Santa boi I know that you that you black
Dasher Danser Prancer, vixen
Comet, Cupid, Dundee, Blixen
Talk s*** they all go missing
SANTA N**** ITS MERRY CHRISTMAS!!


DAX LYRICS


To anyone who makes it this far you are a real one. 2019 is going to be a year we never forget. Thank you for believing in me as much as I believe in myself. I am going to do this music artist thing differently. Merry Christmas. – Dax

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