Da night afo Chismus
Wus da night afo' 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, he gunna brang us our checks.
All of da family, was layin' on da flo',
My sister wif her gurlfriend, my brudder wif some ho.
Ashtrays was all full, empty beer cans and all
when I heared such a fuss, I taught...."Sh'eet, must be da law".
I pulled the sheet off da window and what I'ze could see,
I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
But what did I see, made me say, "Lawd, look'a dat!"
Der was a huge watermelon, pulled by eight big-ole rats.
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 dat Sheet?
Dat Santy didn't need no chimley, he picked da lock on my do',
An I sez to myself, "Son o'beach... he don did dis befo!"
He had a big bag, full of presents - at first I suspeck?
Wif "Air Jordans" and fake gold, to wear roun' my neck.
But he left me no presents, just started stealin my schit.
He got ma guns and ma crack, and ma new burglers kit.
Den, wif my schit in his bag, out da windo' he flew,
I sho' woulda shanked him, but he snagged my blade too!
He jumped back on dat melon afta stealin' me po,
and waz gone in two seconds,... dat Democrat ho!
So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a schit!