Twas the night before Christmas,
and down in the hood,
Santa was baked,
he was baked good.
With a bong in one hand,
a reefer in the other,
Ol' Saint Nick was stoned,
was stoned crazy, my brother.
A sway in his step,
and eyes focused poor,
he fell down my chimney,
hit his face on the floor.
I said, "Santa, what up dog?
What you doin' son?"
He said, "I'm here to get high,
flown, blown, and stunned!"
Over his wide shoulders
a large bag was slung,
Full of car stereos, TV's,
and phones labelled 'Samsung'.
I asked where he'd got 'em,
He said, "Don't question, boy!
Just you be thankful
that I got you a toy.
Santa pulled out a boombox,
and he lifted his hat.
He revealed a shiny,
deadly, oh so fly gat.
He said, "Here you go boy,
got it just for you,
Now be good,
So that next year you git two.
I said, "Word, Santa?
That shit is tight!
Stay chill homeboy,
and fly safe, aight?"
And Saint Nick took off,
baked, loaded, and phizzle,
Heading back north
to roll a doobie, fo' shizzle.
So there's my story,
Don't call me no snitch,
I'm keeping it real, and, oh yeah,
Merry Christmas, bitch.
Compton Claus
Started by Rafv Nin IV, Dec 19 2009 03:41 AM
3 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 19 December 2009 - 03:41 AM
...just because my good friend and I had nothing better to do in first period.
#2
Posted 19 December 2009 - 10:37 AM
Hehehe. Nice. Black Santa rides again!
I hope I am a good enough writer that some day dwarves kill me and drink my blood for wisdom.
#3
Posted 19 December 2009 - 02:56 PM
Quite amusing.
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#4
Posted 19 December 2009 - 07:42 PM
Haha I love it! xD
Cheers for posting this.
Cheers for posting this.
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