'Twas the night before' Christmas (Or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever religious holiday your particular family unit celebrates at this time of year)and all through the pad,
Not a homie was still cruzin, now thats pretty bad.but all the drinking, and the party to blame. The tube socks was hung on the woodstove with care,In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon be there.
With our stomachs full with tacos and beer,My girl and I crashed for some late night cheer.When out in front there arose such a racket,I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.
And what to my bloodshot eyes did I see...A Minitruck railing ass on the street,Throwin sparks for as far as I could see,Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system is loud.
I yelled to my lady, Hey peep this!I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.With Another quick trip around the block,He came to a screeching halt like some tv show cop.Bumpin' an thumpin' Snoop Dogg with some 2Pac.
I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class. But I had to go in -- Cuz I was freezing my ass.Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.
Hey Santa what happened to the sleigh? Since 9/11 the sleigh was grounded by the FAA.With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,Then took a couple shots, and said he had to scoot.shook my right hand, and grabbed some beers to goHopped back into his Mini and started it up.
With the screeching of tires, and a cloud of smoke,He slammed into a pole as the clutch he did choke.He regained his composure and sped out of sight,yelling "First gear is the hardest, but the rest are alright."