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Merry Christmas
Night Befo' Crizzmus
Wus da night befo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,
everybody be sleepin' and da sleepin' be good.
We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
dat Obama gunna brang us some stimiloo checks.
All o' da family, was lay'in on da flo',
my sister wif her gurl friend, my brother wif some ho.
Ashtrays was all full, empty beer cans and all, when I
heared such a fuss, I thunk...."Sh'eet, must be da law".
I pulled the sheet off da window to see what I'ze could see,
I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
But what I be see'in, made me say, "Lawd look'a datz!"
Dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by eight big-*** ratz.
Now ovah da years, Santy Claws he be white,
but it looks like us brotha's, got a black un' tonight.
Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came,
and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.
On Biden, On Jessie, On Pelosi, and Hillary Who,
On Fannie, On Freddie, On Ayers, and Slick Willy too.
Obama landed dat melon, right der in da street,
I knowed it fo' sho', - can you believe that Sheet?
Dat Santy didn't need no chimley, he picked da lock on my do',
an I sez to myself, "Son o' *****...he don did dis befo!"
He had a big bag, full of swag and sum dap - I suspeck?
Wif "Air Jordans" and fake gold, to wear roun' my neck.
But he left me no presents, just started stealin my ****.
He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.
Den, wif my **** in his bag, out da windo' he flew,
I sho' woulda shanked him, be he ganked my blade too!
He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
and waz gone in two seconds, democrat son of a *****.
So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a ****!
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Book of Cash Chapter 2: Verse 11- Do not PM or IM me until you have exhausted every other way.
First off, an opinion cannot be wrong....its an OPINION
Ok, good. In my opinion, you're an idiot. Good thing I can't be wrong!
Timothy 2:12
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