Merrys Christmas by Trey Angel Lyrics
[Intro: CHRIS ON SET]
By the way, this whole song is satire, so... don't take it out of context
[Verse 1: Trey Angel]
Merry told me that she want a pole for Christmas, man
Merry told me that she want to go and hit the dance
Merry's super thicc, super fine
Hit it from behind, tear them clothes off
Never mind, keep them shits on
[Interlude: CHRIS ON SET & Trey Angel]
Wait, wait, wait...
I feel like... Merry's like five, or somethin'
Right? Isn't that right?
No...
Yeah, yeah she is!
Shu- shut up...
Merry's five... Yeah!
[Verse 1 Continued: Trey Angel]
Fuckin' on Merry, Merry, pussy legendary
If she five then I'm five, too, whatcha gon' do
I'm the shit, when I shit, and I fuck on yo bitch
And I nut in her butt, she a merry little slut
Get it, 'cause Merry gettin' fucked [?]
Fuck, shit, bitch
[Interlude: CHRIS ON SET]
Trey, what are you talking about? We already had this discussion. Merry is five years old!
[Hook: Trey Angel]
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
[Verse 2: CHRIS ON SET]
Beat my dick, all my hoes super thicc
Eat a ruben sandwich with a big booty bitch
Bottle of Coca-Cola be lookin' like my dick
That's a grandma whip, call her Merry lil' whip
Have you tried the eggnog, it'll make your head nod
Make your head spin like you did a few jello shots
You can trust me, it's safe to drink
No, no, no... I didn't roofie it
[Hook: Trey Angel]
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
[Outro: Hueston Morgan, Trey Angel, CHRIS ON SET]
So, uhh... I went to Louisiana once, and, uhhh, I found this... like... blueberry on the side of the road, and I got outta the car, and I walked over. It was like, the middle of the night, too. It was... fuckin' dark as shit. I go over and I pick it up, and the blueberry's not even blue, it's orange. It tastes like blueberries, but, there's like a big tree of it. They all taste like blueberries, but it's fuckin' orange, and this girl comes out, and... I don't really remember what her name was. I think she said it was Sally, but... it was... no, fuck. She wasn't that hot. Shit. Was she hot? I can't remember that shit. Fuck it. *Ptsh*
But basically she gave (small eruption of laughter)
By the way, this whole song is satire, so... don't take it out of context
[Verse 1: Trey Angel]
Merry told me that she want a pole for Christmas, man
Merry told me that she want to go and hit the dance
Merry's super thicc, super fine
Hit it from behind, tear them clothes off
Never mind, keep them shits on
[Interlude: CHRIS ON SET & Trey Angel]
Wait, wait, wait...
I feel like... Merry's like five, or somethin'
Right? Isn't that right?
No...
Yeah, yeah she is!
Shu- shut up...
Merry's five... Yeah!
[Verse 1 Continued: Trey Angel]
Fuckin' on Merry, Merry, pussy legendary
If she five then I'm five, too, whatcha gon' do
I'm the shit, when I shit, and I fuck on yo bitch
And I nut in her butt, she a merry little slut
Get it, 'cause Merry gettin' fucked [?]
Fuck, shit, bitch
[Interlude: CHRIS ON SET]
Trey, what are you talking about? We already had this discussion. Merry is five years old!
[Hook: Trey Angel]
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
[Verse 2: CHRIS ON SET]
Beat my dick, all my hoes super thicc
Eat a ruben sandwich with a big booty bitch
Bottle of Coca-Cola be lookin' like my dick
That's a grandma whip, call her Merry lil' whip
Have you tried the eggnog, it'll make your head nod
Make your head spin like you did a few jello shots
You can trust me, it's safe to drink
No, no, no... I didn't roofie it
[Hook: Trey Angel]
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
Merry's Christmas had a little lamb
She was swingin' from the ceiling fan
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's the mood, you know
Twelve twenty-four, yeah, you know that's a go, you know
[Outro: Hueston Morgan, Trey Angel, CHRIS ON SET]
So, uhh... I went to Louisiana once, and, uhhh, I found this... like... blueberry on the side of the road, and I got outta the car, and I walked over. It was like, the middle of the night, too. It was... fuckin' dark as shit. I go over and I pick it up, and the blueberry's not even blue, it's orange. It tastes like blueberries, but, there's like a big tree of it. They all taste like blueberries, but it's fuckin' orange, and this girl comes out, and... I don't really remember what her name was. I think she said it was Sally, but... it was... no, fuck. She wasn't that hot. Shit. Was she hot? I can't remember that shit. Fuck it. *Ptsh*
But basically she gave (small eruption of laughter)