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Andrew Swanson Films - Christmas Attire Lyrics

Chorus:
Ho ho ho, hoe
I’m with my boy Santa Claus
Making hot cocoa
Yeah we breaking all the laws
It’s the holidays I’m in my Christmas attire
If you don’t dress festive Imma put you in a dryer

Verse 1:
Unless you’re Jewish of course then that’s totally fine
Happy Hanukkah haters, but I have to decline
‘Cause I love Christmas too much
A tree is better than candles
And the stockings on the mantle
Last year I tried to catch Santa at night
But he had already left it was 4:45
But this year Imma catch him with ease
Imma tie him all up and take him to the police
Cause like he just broke into my house like that’s kind of illegal
And a little evil
Like you can’t do that
Despite all of the festivities
I appreciate the gifts but that’s still breaking and entering
I’m gonna catch him this year
So I turned off the lights
I waited until midnight
And then I attack
I snuck down the stairs
Santa won’t be aware
I bet he’ll be scared haha
I jumped out and I yelled "surprise!"
But what I saw, couldn’t believe my eyes
It was my mother holding a box
Is Santa fake? I mean hopefully not
I ran up and I said, “Where is Santa?!”
She freaked out and said “Oh Mylanta!”
I was trying to get him for breaking and entering
I was like “Is he real?” She’s like “You’re only fifteen!
You’re too young to know, so just pretend this didn’t happen
And if you go back to sleep and then you just continue nappin’
You’ll get gifts, go to bed. Hater.”
So is Santa real? I mean, who cares? I don’t!
But please Santa be real, you’re like, my idol
I love you bro you’re big and fat
Keep giving me gifts, I’d appreciate that
Chorus:
Ho ho ho, hoe
I’m with my boy Santa Claus
Making hot cocoa
Yeah we breaking all the laws
It’s the holidays I’m in my Christmas attire
If you don’t dress festive Imma put you in a dryer

Verse 2:
Yuh I’m decking the halls
Merry Christmas to all
I hope your Christmas is merry
My festivities vary
‘Cause it’s Christmas, hater
I bring the cake like a cater
Yeah this year we winning
Sweater made of linen, yuh
My nose red like Rudolph
Call me Drake, cause I’m finna get booed off
Of the stage, cause my rapping is terrible, yeah
I’m making Christmas unbearable

Chorus:
Ho ho ho, hoe
I’m with my boy Santa Claus
Making hot cocoa
Yeah we breaking all the laws
It’s the holidays I’m in my Christmas attire
If you don’t dress festive Imma put you in a dryer
If you’re not dressed festive, you can get in that dryer and burn while you rotate