[Intro: Lou Rawls]
Christmas will really be Christmas
When folks are happy everywhere
Good job Cookin Soul

[Verse: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout?
We've been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me
N***a I'm scared of the trigga
While I'm the life giver and the life taker
I'm your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law
Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' with me
You paid for your stupidity
You can't do nothin' to me! I let your fuckin' eaglе fly free
N***a, I'm pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin'
Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin'
I sincerеly fuck you up severely by the yearly
Keep the sky clearly
I'm straight from the seventies
Mockneck colors with ya bitch ass disappearin'
Give me clearance, I don't want no fuckin' interference
I'm the big Black Jesus

[Outro: Lou Rawls]
Christmas will really be Christmas
When folks are happy everywhere