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We’re getting nothing for Christmas We weren’t good boys this year But we want to get stuff for Christmas So we need to give people cheer

We will film some holiday songs Sung by celebrities Our list for Santa Claus is long So we must bring you glee

We will get something for Christmas We’ll bring the world some joy (aw, yeah!) Yeah, we will get something for Christmas (oh, yeah!) Once we have been good Boov Out Boys

Whoo!

I never knew how good a friend could be (uh-huh) All alone, I was searching the galaxy You came along and completed our family We’re better together, now that we found our way

Home It’s home We’re from worlds apart Connected by the heart No matter where we are, it will always feel like Home

Like home It’s home We’re from worlds apart Connected by the heart No matter where we are, it will always feel like Home!

Well, I has never has a Christmas-ings before. What is it goings to be like?

It’s gonna be great It is? Yeah! Making cookies look good And chopping firewood This is what we do for fun Building snowmen and making new friends Saying hi to everyone

It’s gonna be great Yeah? Yeah! Wrapping up presents Feeling real pleasant Comfy and warm inside Sit by the fire, listen to a choir Let happiness be your guide

It’s all those warm fuzzies We get this time of year With family all together Enjoying Christmas cheer

It’s gonna be great Yeah! Yeah! Covering up things while we all sings Loud enough to scare a mouse Boo! AHH! Lots of decorating, keep decorating Filling every inch of the house

Keep decorating, keep decorating Tinsel! Lights! Presents! Wreaths! Keep decorating, more decorating Cookies! Duckies! Garland! Fake teeths! Keep decorating, can’t stop decorating Ribbons! Pineapples! Stockings! Shoes! Baubles! Bicycles! Candles! Engines! Mistletoe! Buffalo! Candy cane! Christmas train!

I started at an early age In this BRAP game Dedicated to the craft Receiving BRAP fame

Until I met this Boov Who put me in a state Rhymes so ill Overflowing with hate

I was down for the count This Boov was in my head Expected the final blow But offered friendship instead

Oh’s the MC that uses flowers Not a knife With that kind of kindness We BRAP brothers for life

But I am still the greatest The world has ever seen King of this castle And my tummy fish are queens

Ooh, baby doll, get readies for the pain.

I am sorry.

Last time onstage my BRAPing hate Turned you into a prune You looked so deflated But it was I who became a three-day-old balloon

Even though I won the round The BRAP gods would’ve disapproved I left the stage as a BRAP killa But returned to you a humble Boov

Garfeldt, you’re a legend on this mic ‘Cause your BRAP is so smart Your flow is effortless ‘Cause it comes from all your four hearts

I take back everything I said ‘Cause it was mean and horrible In truth, I felt threatened ‘Cause you’re so funny and adorable

Understanding our differences Things became way clearer Backstage, needed help Looking into that BRAP mirror

The reflection I saw was a Boov whose Mind and hearts had turned to stone Trying to climb to the top to become The next king to sit on that BRAP throne

For I refuse to win using rhymes That leave my opponents wrecked I would rather lose and remain your friend Than to have disrespect

I am sorry

I will not givings up my respectings so easily. Oh, no.

I have studied your flow And it is making me laugh Should have gobbled it up Because you’re spitting this trash

In the first round I gave up the win freely If I tried at all, Would’ve won so easy

You should have never returned I am the new MC on fire When I am done on this mic You will wish you stayed retired

Your BRAPing is slow And your rhyming is lazy You have one simple catchphrase That’s driving us all crazy

We all know you break Boov law Just to get attention But after this burn You won’t get a single mention