And then, a knocking, between the door lamps
And a merry cry of 'yo, yo, yo, you crackas got a ramp?'
As I turned the handle, and pulled back the door
Santa rolled past, with a blunt and .44
He was dressed all in bling, with a Lakers hat
And he had his 12 bitches, their asses all phat
His sled low to the ground, with back spinning rims
And diamonds gleamed with each merry grin
Sipping his lean, in his festive attire,
His kicks were so icy, his mixtape was fire!
The stump of a blunt, bought with ebt money
And the smoke, it made people 3 houses down feel funny
He holla'd it's ya boy, where the white women at?
And a car full of his boys pulled up to the trap
They stole all gifts, just like the grinch
They tagged every wall and helped themselves to the fridge
And as I spoke up at the end of my patience,
A tranny with blue hair called me a racist!
And as the dawn came and the sun started to shine
They sped to the whip, ankle bracelets beeping in time
And as Santa disappeared, with all his relations
A shout went up 'AYO DATS REPARATIONS'