ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU P/V

PART I: INTRO Uh yeah, yeah, yeah You know who it is You muthafuckin' little bitches It's fuckin' Camboi Smif up in da booth You muthafuckin stupid asshole Muthafuckin' dipshit, poop eatin' muthafucka I'll fuckin' slide a goddamn switchblade knife Right in yo side and fuckin' watch you die, boy Okay, here we go, here we go, here we go Uh Aye I think I’m gonna do Some shrooms today Lock myself in da booth About a quarter to eight, straight I got da psilocybin In my right fist My homeslice Mike Said I should try this I’m used to eatin ‘em But I was readin’ Online, dat I should be Heatin’ em up Steepin ‘em And drinkin’ ‘em Yo, I’mma do me And I’mma brew a tea Yeah, I’mma do me And I’mma brew a tea Bring da pot to a boil Then I dump ’em in See da water turn brown Like some fuckin shit Steam seepin' Up into my nose, yo No lie, I might already Be trippin, hoe No placebo - yo, I’m Gettin’ visions of fistin' hoes Oh shit, dat’s just dat standard Cambizzle mental flow Throw da tea in thermous’n Prepare for da countdown Known for about a year’n a half now Dat track 20 would be da shroom ballad Oh, the things I do to fake talent… Yo, now I gotta do my shout outs now Shouts out to Goatslayer Shouts out Hardbody Shouts out to Giancarlo and the AC Moore Shouts out to DJ JG DJ Demarco Shout out to dat video of Johnny Depp screaming at Amber Heard Real fuckin' loud, slamming cabinets and shit Hell yeah, dat fuckin video is my damn spirit animal and shit Ya know, like I'm fuckin' proud of my man Depp For fuckin' showin' dat bitch who da fuck is boss Up in dat crib, ya know what I'm sayin' Yo, aye, peace be with you Johnny Depp PART II: SIPPIN I be, I be Sippin on dat tea Sip-sip-sippin On dat tea Sip-sip-sippin On dat goddamn Muthafuckin' shroom tea Sip-sip-sippin On dat tea Sip-sip-sippin On dat tea Sip-sip-sippin On dat shroom tea I be sippin on dat tea Dat tea, dat tea I be, I be, I be Sippin on dat shroom tea I’m just doin’ me N sippin' on dat shroom tea Smashin' fat bitches in dey Asses up in room three Deez tunes is movin' me N I’m lightin' dat Patchuli tree Burnin’ pages and engagin’ In dat classic Cam-foolery Camboi Smif is all about Fuckin bitches Camboi Smif, ain’t about shit But fuckin bitches Butt fuckin bitches Butt fuckin bitches Butt fuckin bitches Butt fuckin bitches In dey butts, in dey butts Honestly, dis tea Ain’t strong enough for me Dis some pussy ass Two-gram tea I need dat four gram Das da tea of a G And is definitely Da fuckin' tea for me Yo Dis da kinda tea dat If it were a human bein, you would Throw da gat to - N be like Gimme yo damn shoes I don’t care dat chu Just bought’em at da Rack Room Fuck wit me, cousin, you gone Need to eat my ass puke Gimme dem Vans Gimme dem Spearies Gimme dem Sketchers Gimme dem Etnies Let me tell you bout dis Julie hoe I knew her from da schooly-o Approve da way she move it, cuz She got a big ol’ booty, yo She groovin' at da show N she told me I was handsome But all I heard was fuck me in da Cunt, I want your damn cum I was like damn, slut Let’s get-chu a shot I bought her Vodka on da rocks N shot a fresh one in her locks N then she turned to me in shock N she told my ass to stop, N I was like, what is wrong bitch? You don’t like my cock N she was like nah, Cam Boi, I believe in God I’m a good Christian girl’n I’m thirsty for dat God cock I was like, ah, okay I think get it now, you A crazy ass bitch, I guess Dat I shall beith leaving now So I grab my hat’n coat’n said To have a lovely evening She gave my ass a hug N just a kiss up on da cheek, sequentially I need another tea I need another tea This tea ain’t strong enough for me I need another cup of tea I need another cup of tea I need another cup of tea I need another fucking Cup of tea Fuck with me PART III: FEELINS Yo, I heard ya bitch You a squirter, sick Show me da pussy’n I’mma murder it Cut it into thirds’n shit You a perfect bitch, ya Got perfect tits, N A big ol’ butt, yeah Ya act like a slut Butcha ain’t a slut Ya lemme bust my nut Up in yo cunt, yo cunt, yo cunt Yo cunt, what Da fuck is up? Oh yeah, das right It’s my dick up in yo guts Whatcha gon’ do When da cum shoots up Into yo lungs, you Gone cough it up, or I’mma knock you up Best get dat abortion, or I’mma knock you out Sock ya mouth, and Clock ya jowl Hell nah, fuck bitch, we Can’t talk it out But I’mma walk it out At da damn clinic No hope for da baby Cuz ya know I’m a cynic Get it to go Rollin out in da Civic Fresh fetus on bread Commence da picnic N das just my gimmick Fluck da critics Y’all don’t like my shit, you Can lick my pennis Lick it rhythmically Till it’s covered in lipstick Bend over, bitch, N I’mma give you da limp dick Rip dat shit out And check da dipstick Jism filled lungs Fibrosis cystic Some’a y’all wiggas wanna See me in prison But I’m too damn sick, ya Gotta throw me in Princeton I’m the greatest fuckin rapper that has ever lived I have lived a thousand years, and I will live a thousand years again Two thousand years, bitch Right on the nose, N When I reach my goal I’mma do dat quantum suicide Into dat next life N I’mma do it while I stay fly High-ih-ih-ih off dat psilocybin What the hell are you doin? What the hell do you want? What the hell are you on? Who da hell, are you On da phone with? Dat-dat-dat better not be Dat fuckin’ Britney bitch Dat-dat-dat dirty ass slit, is Gone getchu sick Get-get-get in dat kitchen Kid, N rinse dat dick Dat better be so damn clean Dat I could fuckin' French dat shit Just wait until you see Me once I get to spittin’ But first, I’mma need To get back to sippin' Once I get to sippin' I’mma get to trippin' N once I get to trippin' I’mma get to spittin' No I can’t turn back nowwwwwwww I think I’m feelin’ it nowwwww Thank I’m feelin’ dat shroom nowwwww I am up in a shroom cloud Oh yeah bay bee Bay bee gurrrrl I’m on dem fuckin’ shrooms N I’m trippin fuckin balls Oh no, no, no I’m losin’ my self I can’t connect With my consciousness Where da muthafuck dat bitch go? Where my consciousness? Where my ego? Where my inner self? Where da hell did he go? I want dat five gram tea Dat six gram tea Dat quater ounce tea Dat half ounce tea Dat whole ounce tea Dat Q-P tea Give me a hit of D-M-T PART IV: TRIPPIN Ah fuck My fuckin stomach is fucked the hell up *Burp* ahhhhhhhhh Fuck dem shits is poisoness Gimme a tum, muthafucka I need some pepto bismal, got damn Shiiiiiit Gahhhhhd damn Who put da fuckin' damn Poison in my shrooms, man? I thought I was gonna get away With livin after this shit, but Deez boof walls is closin in, on me So now I’m gone fuckin die Fuckin shit on a dyke I got two mics on me, syke I got three mics on me, oh shit Four, five, six I got six mics on me, bitch Hurry up and suck my damn dick So I can slip out dis whip’n Get back up in my crib N when I enter the livin room A damn lamp light flashes on And my got damn daddy sittin in a red chair With his legs crossed, like Son, what da fuck have you done Yo new album's is whack as fuck CGM is straight dog piss We all miss dat White Devil ish Plus, where da hell have you been? It’s been over two years, and I been Sittin here, up all night, worried sick Whether or not my muthafuckin seed Can still spit the ill shit And I’m like sorry daddy Shut it, I don’t wanna hear it Now get back up in yo room n fuckin Work up on dem lyrics And I don't wantchu comin out Till you got a fresh new album N I’m just like yo Dis some fukkin bull shit! Fuck you, kid! Now go on, get! But dad! I worked so much fuckin' harder on dis shit (Than I worked on dat last shit) I put my heart and soul up into this shit I don’t give a pig’s dick about Ya heart and soul, ya homo I want dat brand new bounce house Child’s play, gourmet Tinted window, gold plate Gucci Mane, gold grill Gold fang, backwoods Riff raff bath rug Lil cookie crisp Asinine bullshit Shit, I don’t even know if I’m tryna be funny anymore I don’t even know who da fuck Cambizzle is anymore Bitch, I think I’m going insane I think I’m going insane in my brain Bitch I'm going insane I am going insane in my damn brain Gotta run to da toilet Shove my fuckin damn Hand down my throat And try to throw up, but Even though I’m Squeezin my uvula Between my index Fanga’n my thumb My dumb fuckin gut Won’t up the chuck Roast I throwed in dat Crockpot about a hour ago It’s not ready yet I know Cuz I tested it It was still cold And it was red from Head to toe I don’t know, what The hell I was thinkin’ When I swallowed it whole I a got a whole damn Insane asylum in my brain I’m fuckin crazy as the rain Up in a biblical hurricane Bein' me is a real pain Up inside of my anal cave I don’t care about ya new house To me, it’s the same ol’ place No, I won’t come over, I don’t Wanna meet ya granddaughter She only two, n all she ever Do is dat goo goo ga ga [baby talk / gibberish] PART V: EGO VS (SELF) I (Damn faggot) Ayo, was happnin’? (You a sad, little ass) (Muthafuckin’ faggot) Fuck you in yo ass, bitch I’m fuckin’ rappin’ (Butcha rhymes is wack’n) (Ya not black, ya lil bitch) (I’mma rip yo damn shit) (Off’a kick ass torrents) (Put it on a thumb drive’n) (Den bussa nut on it) (N after I’m done) (I’mma cum n fuck ya grandmoms) (Have an infant child with her) (Get dat muthafucka put down) (Wit my bare hands) damn I didn’t know datchu meant bidniss (Yeah, I mean it big) (You on top, of my shit list) Well, well, well What do we have here? (I am yo inna self) (So come on over here) (N give me a big kiss) (Ya lil faggot ass bitch) (N if you try n resist, I’mma) (Hitchu wit da right fist) (Right in ya left brain, make) (You deaf n say crazy) (Ass shit, at ya gat dang) (Thanksgiving dinna table - bitch) I’mma kill my self I’mma I’mma kill myself I’mma kill my self I’mma I’mma kill myself (I’mma kill da ego) (I’mma I’mma kill da ego) (I’mma kill da ego) (I’mma I’mma kill da ego) I’mma kill my self I’mma I’mma kill myself (I’mma kill da ego) (I’mma I’mma kill da ego) I’mma kill my self, and (I’mma I’mma kill da ego) Ayo, you a fuckin’ pussy I done seen it first hand When you brought dat bitch over N you didn’t get no head (Oh, I beg) (To diffa witchu, wigga) (You da pussy bitch who didn’t get dis) (Album out, last December) PART VI: THE UNIFIED FIELD It’s the unified field, bitch Pure consciousness Energy, bliss, creativity Dis dat David Lynch shit Bitch I’m on my grind Doin TM All da got damn time I’mma Transcend all night While I Expand my mind Bitch, I don’t play around Do it 20 minutes twice Right when I wake up And again in the night, trick Don’t transcend me I’m transcendental Gold toof in my pussy Das trans and dental, snitch Golf ball brain, small Consciousness havin, hoggin Up space in my fast lane, crap Stain, dummy You’on even know me Cuz you won’t even focus When I show ya scrawny ass A vid’a Maharishi Mahesh Yogi PART VII: EGO VS (SELF) II (Muthafucka, I’m back) (It’s the muthafuckin Self) (Here to tell you bout da ego) (N how it can go to hell) (I don’t give damn) (Aboutcha scrawny lil booty, boy) (I’d rather eat an almond joy) (Covered in manure) (Than be friends) (With a lil punk bitch) (Like Camboi Smif) (N his dipshit clique) (I don’t give an inch) (Of a shit, if ya live, through) (Dis, cuz you so in) (Sig-nif-i-can't) (Wigga, we ain’t shit, but) (Centimeter chip, in dis) (Co-lect-ive u-na-versal) (Con-scious-ness) (It’s obvious, I gotta) (Shoot ya in da temple, befo') (You fuck dis Earf up, da) (Asshole witcha principles) (Rap game Ray Dalio, I) (Doubtchu get to Cali, hoe) (But if so, you’ll prolly be) (Livin in the valley, yo) (Ain’t nobody wanna see a) (Fuck boy dally, so) (I’mma end yo shit, like) (A Soprano finale, bro) Fuck yo tits, biiiiitch I’m so sick’a dis shiiiiiit You can suck my diiiiiick Till I spit my jiiiiizz N hopefully you’ll choke On it, die n fly away As faggot ass-stral Projection out in outer space N you cross Paths with a black hole Or a supernova blows ya Back to ya last home In another dimension So I can fuck bitches, while You suckin’ on chitlins’n I Keep spittin these writtens Wigga, we ain’t goin’ no Where witcha draggin me down (Wigga, you da one who weighs) (Almost two hunnit pounds) Ah Dat ain’t dat bad (yeah) (But it’s clinically fat) (N it’s holdin’ us back) (So you gotta get off ya ass) (N stop smokin’ da hash) Yeah, I’mma pass on dat If ain’t gettin blazed Den da rhyme falls flat (Looks flat to me) cuz I didn’t smoke no hasheesh Just’a QP'a shroom tea’n A poof’a D-M-T (Here, have a lil L-S-D) Ooh, yes please (One tab, two tab) I’mma see ya next week (Three tab, foh tab) Oh, dis isn’t so bad (Fie tab, six tab) ayo Lemme get a big tab (Seven tab) I’m in heaven Wit my great grand dad (Eight tab) I’m in hell wit My great great grand dad (Nine tab) wonderin’ Why I haven’t died yet (Ten tab) I’m in limbo Givin a rim job To Sinbad PART VIII: FRACTALS Uh, yeah I got fractals in my asshole I got fractals in my asshole I got fractals in my ass, hoe Fuckin' fractals in my asshole I got fractals in my ass, hoe I got fractals in my asshole Fuckin' fractals in my asshole Fractals in my asshole Basket ball shorts and a bastards flow Got a salamander and a caterpillar and a sarsaparilla And a sassy ass gorilla Damn Why you actin so sassy dude Eatin' all da cat food Little caterpillar with cowboy boots on Caterpillar in my bloodstream Caterpillar on my bones All my damn bones just turned into caterpillars Helicopter landing pad Damn that’s rad Apple juice tattoo Nude in the booth Spittin lyrics from my dick's tip Still just trying to pick up the pieces Tryna find my nieces A little piece of cotton A little piece of cotton A rag with a dab And an atlas I’m playing cloud atlas on Blu-ray on a PS1, son I’m playing games I’m playing crazy games On a PS1 I’m playing games Playing Atari games On a PS1, son I’m playing games I’m playing Dreamcast games On a PS1, hun I’m playing, uh PC games On a PS1 I’m playing Xbox games on a Playstation 3 You don’t know me Sippin on another tea Eatin' shrooms on a pizza Wit da pepperoni And banana peppers And da pineapple That’s the seventh damn gram man, damn I’m real casual with the fashion in which I hold a whole pterodactyl in my asshole I got cactuses in my asses lips Prickin' in my pink lips Shit I'm still practicin' All da crazy ass games that I'm playin' On a PS1 I got Spyro I got Crash Bash I got Crash Bandicoot I got Winnie the Pooh I got Goodnight Moon The Emperor's New Groove I got a Bug Juice And a Scooby Doo Bellywasher Fuckin' cock sucker Now I'm back to playin' games Playin' crazy games On a PS1 Playing games Playing crazy games On a PS1, son I’m playing games Playing Gamecube games On a PS1, hun I’m playing games I’m playing Nintindo 64 games On a PS1 I’m playing Gamboy games On a PS2 You Stupid little fuckin' bitch You forgot dat I got fractals in my asshole Fractals in my asshole Shovin' fractals in my muthafuckin asshole All day PART IX: CONFIDENCE Aw yeah, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah It is Camboi Smif On dem muh fukkin Psilocybin shrooms Do it do it dude Do it do it dude Do it do it Do it duuuuude Spit da illest rhymes You bitches ever seent I got fractals in my poop I got fractals in my pee I got Sacred Geometry, all Up in me I got da keys To da unified string I got pee pee poo poo poe I got tee tee too too toe I got me me moo moo moe I got wee wee woo woo woe I got fee fie foe fum Dummy dum dum Little cunts, suckin on me Fo my cummy cum cum I'm a one and done Fuckin son of a gun I will punch you in yo gut N I won’t even run, hun I just stare you in yo eye While you sit n wonder why, I Didn’t punch you twice’n I left yo ass alive, my guy One two Buckle my shoe Three foe Lock da fuckin doe, cuz Five, six, my dick Is slidin' right up in Seven, eight, inches In-side of yo anal cave, bitch I’m da sickest piece of shit Dat successfully exists I will make you eat my shit N especially my piss Are you ready for my jizz You stupid fuckin bitch, cuz I’m about to spit a ton of it, in Side’a where yo thighs split, dyke bitch Atoms in my cum Put deez atoms in yo cunt Turn dat pussy to goal, jump Up n fuckin slam dunk In yo damn cunt, viberate Yo fuckin damn butt Make you have an anal orgasm Like da damn slut Datchu iz You fascist bitch I don’t fuck witchu Cuz you nasty pig Eat my ass out Keep da cash See da mag out Beat yo ass Beat dat crack in half Eat a slab Gimme yo laughs All I’m really after is yo Laughs, cash, and ass I want yo laughs, and yo cash And yo asshole Gimme all dat shit, and Gimme dat shit fast, hoe Yo brain is made’a poop Yo cerebellum is a soup You Agent Cooper way befo’ you Came to wake’n flew da coop, ya gook What da hell do you - thank Of my fuckin asshole You thank dat shit is fat, yo You wanna take a grab, hoe Das da kinda task dat’ll Make you have a stabbed throat Das sexual harassment N I ain’t gonna have none I’m a got damn God sent I prosper in da mosh pit You wish you was dat moss shit On toppa Daniel Tosh dick You ain’t even that You won’t even make a splash You got a flat dick, yo momma Throw yo artwork in da trash, prick Got damn my brain is massive You nuthin but a faggot In person I’m a rapper But on paper I’m a rap-ist I’ll make you a sad bitch Fill yo past with bad shit Throw you on da mattress And fuck you in yo ass lips Until I break yo back, bitch Snapchat it to yo dad’s friends Put Harry on da horn because I have you wrapped in plastic PART X: THE COMEDOWN Uh, yeah Yeah, you know who it is, bitch It's fuckin' Camboi Smif, bitch Uh, uh Ya know Life really isn’t what it used to be It used to be about da friends N when we hit da weed But as of recently it seems Dis ain’t da shit for me Gotta get from out da grit Before it gets to me Dumb fuckas Ax me why I spit da bigotry But dey don’t get my humor Or my sense of imagery Socially, they havin' Trouble comin’ outta infancy But when they get pissed You know it gives me energy It’s your own choice, if Ya take my shit offensively I’m not here to be your Friend or your enemy I’m sad as fuck, but I don’t need your sympathy I need to solve mysteries Until it all makes sense to me I’mma still do da raps cuz they funny N I’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me N if I don’t make you laugh, you a dummy You know, you really don’t have to be a cunt to me I’mma still do da raps cuz they funny N I’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me N if I don’t make you laugh, you a dummy You know, you really don’t have to be a cunt to me Yeah, I’mma still do da raps cuz they funny N I’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me N if I don’t make you laugh, you a dummy You know, you really don’t have to be a cunt to me Yeah, I’mma still do da raps cuz they funny N I’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me N if I don’t make you laugh, you a dummy You know, you really don’t have to be a cunt to me Sure, I’m a lonely guy, and I know the reason why And if the world fucked me in The ass, I wouldn’t be surprised I get some peace of mind In all my independent free time But being loved has Always been a dream of mine Maybe I just Don’t know how to Connect with another human Being, or to be a little more direct’n Let ‘em know I’m capable’a Love but I don’t show it well That I’m bout more than sex And money and my own self I want the best for everyone In all this world’s parallels But something keeps tellin’ Me, dat maybe this is Hell N if it is, then maybe I’m the Devil, though I wear it well I dwell on endin’ all the Senseless spinnin' of this carousel I been stuck on Since age sixteen, when I started smokin’ weed And I stopped being me But maybe, at the time I wasn’t into bein’ me And now I’m twenty-three Livin’ young and wild and free Shit, the shrooms wore off