Rufio Jones: It’s Christmas in Detroit Here’s another Christmas joint It’s the reason for the season Hope your gifts don’t disappoint What’s the temperature outside What kind of coat should I put on I need a snowtification That’s a new term I have coined It’s Christmas in Detroit And there’s snow all on my Ford But the trunk is filled with presents That took all year to afford I got all the coolest toys Fun for all the girls and boys If these children do not like them They get tossed in a fjord It’s Christmas in Detroit I was at the mall all day Had to fight a couple flippers Tryina sell stuff on eBay Tried to get a Yankee Candle For this gal I wanna court But the only ones they had left Go inside of a menorah It’s Christmas in Detroit My ugly sweater looking dope It’s the Detroit Lions logo Underneath it just says ‘Nope.’ Now make sure to give a candy cane To folks you like the most If you got just what you wanted Tell the internet and gloat Sean Uppercut: went christmas shoppin hit many stores bought gifts to give, and got plenty more fell asleep the night of the 24th wanted a little nap, but slept 24. hours woke up to the mass texts and the missed calls looked at the time, bout 11:59 i done messed around and missed christmas yall (ay) missed all the gifts and the wrappings / missed all my friend and my family missed ice skatin at the rink in the martius campus / missed all the fun and the laughter missed all the reindeer games had a flight and i missed my plane, thinking that i missed my brain mistletoe fall from the wall in the hall so i'll never getta kiss again (ay) on toppa all that (ay) no food left dawg (ay) yall ate all the honey baked (ay) drank up all the egg nog (ay) no rum or coquito, ate all the mac and the cheese yo yall even ate the fruitcake out the fridge an the freezer all i got is left is this breakfast burrito now im sitting on a tricycle, eatin onna can of lima beans but santa left one thing, take a look in the box, its a time machine oh me oh my, whatta perfect gift this year run it back one day, just in time for this christmas cheer Rufio Jones: Can you smell that Can you tell that The cookies that we’re baking for Santa Are gingerbread snaps If you go look at the radar right now It’ll say the Big Red Man’s flying over Belfast So he’s not far away Better get your teeth brushed Put your PJs on And get to bed fast Before you know it All the presents have been opened Christmas in Detroit is over Like a Thanos snap