While out on date night last night i have come to the conclusion that i am getting old. Maybe not old and decrepit, but older than i once was. I came to this conclusion while at the movies. Seeing the difference in how i used to be over how i am now. I'm not the only one who came to this conclusion, only for guys its not a "getting older" thing its just that they have changed over the years. I'll explain.
Once we arrived at the theatre we got out tickets and our popcorn and drinks and went into our designated theatre after hearing the speech about how if he leave the theatre without our tickets we wont be aloud back in etc etc blah blah. We didn't get there late, we got there early. I always add time to the "start time" so it ends up later than advertised. I account the time for previews and stuff(which i must say, the previews time sure has shortened). We like to sit in the top row off to the left side(while facing the screen left side), and in the corner. We arrived and took our seats, not knowing we were going to see a pre-show within the audience before the movie started.
As we watched the theatre gradually fill up we saw a few different things. There were the uptight Hispanic girls in from of us, the over cocky Hispanic guys in front of them, the soccer team and their coaches, the obviously loud and easily annoyed black lady(didn't see her but heard her), and lastly the happy to fussy baby.
When we sat down there was this group of Hispanic guys, Id say they were in High School but im not sure which grade. Maybe sophmore or junior. They sat with their feet up on the chairs in front of them, throwing popcorn amongst themselves until a group of girls walks in. (those girls sat a few rows down from those guys on the opposite side of the theatre)
The group of Hispanic girls that came in Sat in the row directly in front of us. Now I wont lie, I am a very jealous girlfriend. I'll admit it I am. I didn't realize how much until this group of girls each took a turn turning around and looking at us(mostly at Yayo) with their "Oh i didn't know anyone was behind us" look. Then as their looks had begun to dissolve the girl sitting directly in front of me turns around and either gave me a mean ass bitch look or that was just how her face is on a regular basis. This group also felt the need to be photographers. Oh yes at the movies, they became photographers. Whether it was with their phone, or their friends phone, and yes folks even a camera or two they took about 20 pictures on each device. Now for every picture they took that blinded me half way i started to think about when Laina and i would go to the movies all the time. We would take pictures a little above our heads, especially if there was someone cute sitting behind us(Yes i'm jealous enough to think that's what was happening). They laughed and talked about the group of Hispanic guys sitting a row in front of them. They guys must have been listening because in unison as id they rehearsed they all jumped down a row of seats, and again in unison the girls all put their feet up on the chairs in front of them. Then we heard the conversation started by one girl asking her friend what time she had to be home. She said 9, and the movie started at 7:30 and was an hour and 40 minutes long. Good luck on meeting that curfew. Reminded me of when i was younger.
As the theatre began to get full a bigger group of about 20 girls all show up. They were very loud as they entered the theatre, talking about how they wanted to sit along the top row. They ended up about half way up and in the middle. After they scrambled to find their seats and decide who was sitting by who they began conversations amongst the groups of other people their age. About 5 minutes later their coaches arrive. An average looking female soccer coach, blonde in comfy looking wind pants and a soccer hoodie. The male coach followed her in, an average height white guy with a mister clean hair style. He looked like ex military but i could be wrong. She seemed as though she would rather be anywhere but there and he was having fun with it and cracked a few jokes here and there that made who ever heard it laugh.
The annoyed black girl didn't have any ones attention until the movie was starting and the audience was still in a medium roar of conversation and giggles. Once the movie started you began to hear the different ways to tell a group of people to hush up or be quiet. Don't start with the racial crap. Everyone know the loud black chick at the movies when you hear her. She was very persistent throughout the entire movie on shhh-ing people and making it known she wanted them quiet.
Throughout this movie, a great movie i'd say, the parts that scared people caused massive screams, and then laughter. I'm not sure why they laugh. Are they laughing at themselves for being scared enough to scream? Either way once the laughing began the loud black lady right on cue began shh-ing people and the be quiets began. All fine and dandy.
Towards the end of the movie, the last 20 minutes or so, you heard a baby. A BABY! Now my first question is, who in their right mind brings a baby to a movie like that? First we heard the coos and baby noises. Not to loud or continuous just a noise here and there. But once the baby started getting fussy, there was a problem. I don't like having kids get fussy and half crying or full on cry while im at the movies. I was a little aggitated when the parents of this fussy baby didn't leave, they waited out the last 30 min. Don't stay in a theatre if you baby is fussing and Don't bring your baby to a movie like that.
Being at that movie and seeing the high school girls and the high school guys, the young kids there with chaperone and the kids there that were not going to meet their curfews, made me think about how long ago i was in their place. I realized how annoying i was at that age, and how dumb i feel knowing i was like that once. But then i start to think about ten years from now, it will be ever weirder. Am i getting old? things have changed so much and some things haven't changed at all. Maybe I am getting old, but i don't feel old. Maybe its just the changes that make me feel that way.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
Am I Getting Old??
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Monday, January 14, 2013
Bone To Pick
I have a definite bone to pick. I am what you would call a movie junkie or addict. I love watching movies, talking about movies etc. However i would never want to be in a movie. I can and will admit i have no talent for acting, and I would not meet up to the "Hot Actress" standard.
Then I think, well in today's movie world, you don't even have to have talent to be in movies.
I don't think Megan Fox is a good actress. I think she is famous because she is an average actress who happens to be hot. Now a days i think that's all it takes. As long as the actress or "wannabe" is hot, and catches the eye of many male viewers then it doesn't matter if she is a horrible actress or if the movie is horrible.
Many men will defend that the movie is good, or "she is a great actress". Come on, really? really? The only reason anybody with a penis watched "Bring It On" or "I Love You Beth Cooper" was because of the actresses, not the movie itself or the story line, just the actresses.
I boldly stated above that I don't think Megan Fox is a good actress, and I stand by that. Why was she famous to begin with? She was in transformers, a supportive roll. She became popular because she was the "hot" chick from the movie. In my opinion she doesn't look unique or anything. Average chick.
Today there are many good looking actresses who suck at their jobs. I don't know if i could name 10 actresses under 25 who are gorgeous/hot and talented.
Can you?
I can name a few actresses who i think are gorgeous/hot and talented but none of them are under 25.
Not in specific order:
Kate Beckinsale
Hedy Lamarr
Nicole Kidman
Claudette Colbert
Charlize Theron
Barbara Stanwyck
Marisa Tomei
Maggie Q
Rachel Weisz
Lana Turner
Rachel McAdams
Salma Hayek
Bette Davis
Maybe I'm too critical but I don't think the actresses such as Megan Fox and many others who are hot and untalented deserve the recognition they get, or the fame and fortune they get. Maybe they should put some of that fortune to use, go to some acting classes or something.
Then I think, well in today's movie world, you don't even have to have talent to be in movies.
I don't think Megan Fox is a good actress. I think she is famous because she is an average actress who happens to be hot. Now a days i think that's all it takes. As long as the actress or "wannabe" is hot, and catches the eye of many male viewers then it doesn't matter if she is a horrible actress or if the movie is horrible.
Many men will defend that the movie is good, or "she is a great actress". Come on, really? really? The only reason anybody with a penis watched "Bring It On" or "I Love You Beth Cooper" was because of the actresses, not the movie itself or the story line, just the actresses.
I boldly stated above that I don't think Megan Fox is a good actress, and I stand by that. Why was she famous to begin with? She was in transformers, a supportive roll. She became popular because she was the "hot" chick from the movie. In my opinion she doesn't look unique or anything. Average chick.
Today there are many good looking actresses who suck at their jobs. I don't know if i could name 10 actresses under 25 who are gorgeous/hot and talented.
Can you?
I can name a few actresses who i think are gorgeous/hot and talented but none of them are under 25.
Not in specific order:
Kate Beckinsale
Hedy Lamarr
Nicole Kidman
Claudette Colbert
Charlize Theron
Barbara Stanwyck
Marisa Tomei
Maggie Q
Rachel Weisz
Lana Turner
Rachel McAdams
Salma Hayek
Bette Davis
Maybe I'm too critical but I don't think the actresses such as Megan Fox and many others who are hot and untalented deserve the recognition they get, or the fame and fortune they get. Maybe they should put some of that fortune to use, go to some acting classes or something.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Kids & Parents
Now everyone i know has an opinion on the drastic drop in disciplinary actions taken by parents now a days. Some say its better the way it is now because its better for the child and their self esteem, their confidence etc etc. All just psychological bullshit that makes no fucking sense. Lets look at this topic for a minute. My generation didnt get the ass whoopins our parents got, or our grandparents got. Today they label it as "Abuse". I will admit, i didnt get a whole lot of ass whoopins throughout my childhood. Don't get me wrong, i can remember getting the belt taken to my behind, hearing stories from my grandmother who told me straight up that she gave me ass whoopins when i was little, but kids now, holy cow, are they headed downhill!
Next time you go to Wal-Mart or the grocery store, watch how the children in the store behave for their parents. without a doubt you will come across at least one of the "mommy please can i have this?" situations. Now a days the parental response is simple, just a verbal "no". More often than not the child will then proceed with a tantrum consisting of screaming, crying, or a mixture of both. Today parents will do what they can without getting physical with their child. Back then that screaming crying child would have gotten spanked with the speech " what did i tell u in the car? i told you not to ask for anything or to touch anything" or "Just wait till we get home". I can recall on more than one occasion getting "just wait till we get home", and on occasion you would have come across that parent that would jokingly say they were gonna leave them there to cry.
Back in the day kids were disciplined with:
Belts
Fly Swatters
Shoes
Hot Wheels Race Car Tracks( you know the orange flexible ones)
Wooden Spoons
Paddles
Sandals
Spatulas (Metal and Plastic)
Iron
Back Scratcher
Nintendo Controller Wire
Christmas Tree Lights
Phone Books
Did the generations before mine really get abused? or were they, as Eddie Griffin said "My mama beat my ass out the penitentiary"??
Next time you go to Wal-Mart or the grocery store, watch how the children in the store behave for their parents. without a doubt you will come across at least one of the "mommy please can i have this?" situations. Now a days the parental response is simple, just a verbal "no". More often than not the child will then proceed with a tantrum consisting of screaming, crying, or a mixture of both. Today parents will do what they can without getting physical with their child. Back then that screaming crying child would have gotten spanked with the speech " what did i tell u in the car? i told you not to ask for anything or to touch anything" or "Just wait till we get home". I can recall on more than one occasion getting "just wait till we get home", and on occasion you would have come across that parent that would jokingly say they were gonna leave them there to cry.
Back in the day kids were disciplined with:
Belts
Fly Swatters
Shoes
Hot Wheels Race Car Tracks( you know the orange flexible ones)
Wooden Spoons
Paddles
Sandals
Spatulas (Metal and Plastic)
Iron
Back Scratcher
Nintendo Controller Wire
Christmas Tree Lights
Phone Books
Did the generations before mine really get abused? or were they, as Eddie Griffin said "My mama beat my ass out the penitentiary"??
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Dirty/Tristed Night Before Christmas
Dirty/Tristed Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before christmasAnd all through the house
Everyone felt shitty
Even the mouse
Mom at the whorehouse
And dad smoking grass
I'd just settled down
For a nice piece of ass
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung from my piece
To see what's the matter
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment
It must be Saint Nick
He came down the chimney
Like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
The old fucker fell
He filled all our stockings
With pretzels and beer
And a big rubber dick
For my brother the queer
He rose up the chimney
With a thuderous fart
The son of a bitch
Blew the chimney apart
He swore and he cursed
As he rode out of sight
Piss on you all
And have a good night!
Originally From Here
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Twas The Night Before Christmas (For Teacher)
Twas The Night Before Christmas (For Teacher)
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the schoolNot a pupil was silent, no matter what rule.
The children were busy with paper and paste;
The mess that they made with it couldn't be faced.
The teacher half frantic and almost in tears,
Had just settled down to work with her dears,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!
Away to the door they all flew like a flash;
The one who was leading went down with a crash.
Then what to their wondering eyes did appear
But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)
When the teacher saw this, she almost grew sick.
She knew in a moment it must be Old Nick!
She ran to the door (all her efforts were vain)
But she shouted, and stamped, and she called them by name;
"Now Tommy! Now Sandy, Now Judy and Harry!
Stop Billy! Stop Robert! Stop Donny and Sherry!
Now get to your places get away from the hall
Now get away! Get away! Get away all!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
The pupils, pell mell, started scurrying by.
They ran to the blackboard and skipped down the aisle;
Their faces were shining and each had a smile.
First came a basket of popcorn to string
Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing).
As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout;
The pupils were merrily romping about.
The state they were in could lead to a riot;
The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it.
Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing!
The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing!
The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask;
It was plain that she didn't feel up to her task.
The look in her eye would have tamed a wild steer,
But the children ignored it; they did every year.
A tear from her eye and a shake of her head
Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
Strung all the popcorn which broke with a jerk.
But at last it was finished and placed on the tree;
Then came the bell and the children were free.
Their shrill little voices soon faded away
And peace was restored at the end of the day.
As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall,
She smiled as she whispered,
"Merry Christmas to All"
Originally From Here
Prison Night Before Christmas(not mine)
Prison Night Before Christmas |
And all through the cells
The convicts were locked up
All madder than hell
Except for the lifers
Kicked back in their bunks
Heads filled with visions
Of fat little punks
When suddenly from the roof top
There arose such a roar
That the bulls thought it was
A riot for sure
The goon squad ran in
And stood ready to hit
A big guard yelled out
Who started this shit
It came from the roof top
Sniveled a snitch
It must be a breakout
Oh, son of a bitch
They climbed to the roof
By way of the stairs
Found a fat little freak
In red underwear
No, No yelled the dude
I bring you good cheer
Damn said the Captain
We found us a queer
Alright mother fucker
Get your hands on the wall
They shook him down good
Asshole and all
They beat him and threw him
Into the hole with a kick
Well so much for Christmas
They locked up St. Nick
Originally From Here
Drunk Night Before Christmas(not mine)
Drunk Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,There were bottles and butts left around by some louse.
And the best fifth I'd hidden by the chimney with care
Had been snatched by some bum who had found it right there.
My pals: guys and gals had been poured into their beds
To wake in the morning with hungover heads.
My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap
Because I was dying for one wee nightcap.
When through the south window there came such a yell,
I sprang to my feet to see what the hell...
And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see
But eight drunken reindeer caught in a tree.
Way in 'mongst the branches was a man in a sleigh.
I saw it was Santa, quite oiled and tres gay.
Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came
As he burped and hiccupped and called them by name:
"On Whiskey, on Vodka, we ain't got all night!
You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right.
Clammer up to the roof; get the hell off this wall!
Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!"
So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh,
But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway
And then to my ears, like the roll of a barrel,
Came a hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol.
So I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear.
Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear.
He was dressed all in red, with white fur for a trim.
And the way Santa swayed, he was tanked to the brim.
The sack on his back held nothing but booze,
And the breath that he blew nearly put me to snooze.
He was both plump and chubby and tried to stand right.
But he didn't fool me; he was high as a kite.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk.
And laying his thumb on the end of his nose,
He fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose.
He sprang for his sleigh at so hasty a pace
He tripped on a shingle and slid on his face.
But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight:
"Merry Christmas, you lushes, now really get tight."
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Redneck Night Before Christmas(not mine)
Redneck Night Before Christmas
’Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shackNot a creature was stirrin’, cept the lice on muh back.
The skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,
With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were sleepin’, all snug in their beds,
While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.
And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake..
Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.
When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,
I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.
I ran to the door, like I’s on a mission,
But I tripped on some parts from muh granny’s transmission.
The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin’.
Muh daughter weren't home yet, she wuz still out parkin’.
When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see
But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin’ sheep.
With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin’ and sick
I said “Shoot Fire!” That must be St. Nick!
More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came
And he belched and he hollered, and he called ’em by name.
Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!
On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!
From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins
Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!
I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.
Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.
He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,
I swear that ole’Santa looked just like Boss Hog.
He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,
And his jeans were all bloody from that morning’s hunt.
A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,
And he wore black boots that he’d picked up in ’Nam.
His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.
From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.
A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.
The veins on his face looked ready to pop.
The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip
He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.
He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.
I ain’t seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.
He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three
And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.
A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,
From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.
He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,
Then filled the kid’s stockings with Hooked on Phonics.
His toys came from Big Lots and they weren’t very nice
But he had lots of them and yuh can’t beat the price.
He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing
Jingle Bells ringing on ma dingaling.
Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,
And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.
When the presents were gone and he had no more,
He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.
He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order
“Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!”
And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU REDNECKS!
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!”
Originally From Here
Texas Night Before Christmas (not Mine)
Texas Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, in Texas, you know.
Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
A dreamin’ of Christmas, like me and you.
Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
For this was Texas, what more need be said,
When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
And I saw ’cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
The driver was “Geein” and “Hawin”, with a will,
The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
“Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
There’ll be plenty of travelin’ for you all tonight.”
The driver in Levi’s and a shirt that was red,
Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
With his beard and mustache, so curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, the Children awoke,
And were so astonished, that neither one spoke.
And he filled up their boots with such presents galore,
That neither could think of a single thing more.
When Buddy recovered the use of his jaws,
He asked in a whisper, “Are you really Santa Claus?”
“Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?”
And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink.
Then he leaped in his buckboard, and called back in his drawl,
“To all the children in Texas, Merry Christmas, Y’all”
Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
A dreamin’ of Christmas, like me and you.
Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
For this was Texas, what more need be said,
When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
And I saw ’cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
The driver was “Geein” and “Hawin”, with a will,
The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
“Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
There’ll be plenty of travelin’ for you all tonight.”
The driver in Levi’s and a shirt that was red,
Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
With his beard and mustache, so curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, the Children awoke,
And were so astonished, that neither one spoke.
And he filled up their boots with such presents galore,
That neither could think of a single thing more.
When Buddy recovered the use of his jaws,
He asked in a whisper, “Are you really Santa Claus?”
“Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?”
And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink.
Then he leaped in his buckboard, and called back in his drawl,
“To all the children in Texas, Merry Christmas, Y’all”
Night Before Christmas...Ghetto Style(Not Mine)
Night Before Christmas...Ghetto Style
'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood
Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good
The tube socks was hung on the window sill
And we all had smiles up on our grill
Mookie and Bebe was snug in the crib
Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's-
Well anyway
I yelled to my lady, "Yo peep this!"
She said, "Stop frontin', just mind yo' bidness!"
I said, "For real doe, come check dis out!"
We weren't even buggin, no worries, no doubt
Cuz bumpin and thumpin' from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh
Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat
I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz
"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!
To the top of the projects and across the strip mall
We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on the top of da roof
And sippin' on a 40, he busted a move
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo, ain't got no stack!"
He said, "Damn homie, dese projects is wack!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 tings
A credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin
He slid down the fire escape smoove as a cat
And busted the window with a b-ball bat
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Why'd ya bust my place?"
He said, "You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold
His sneaks was Puma and they was five years old
He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side
Santa broke out da loot & my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie with rims made of chrome
To tap that booty waitin at home
Originally from Here
Christmas In Every Ghetto House
twas the night befo Christmas and in every ghetto house
Every creature was stirrin, even the mouse
No stockins were hung cuz nobody cared
None of us thought St.Nick would come there
The chilrens kept playin and never went to bed
Mammas out wit home girls tryin' to get tapped
Dads with a friend but said, he's takin' a nap
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
twas the neighboirs fighting and hurlin 'round beer
one only hoped St. nick would be near
then the fat lady with all her eight kids
now get inside Billy,Lilly,Bobby,Robby,
Keisha,Shantel,Francine &Joe"
we all prayin she don't have no mo
Then on the sidewalk I saw a long ladder
I ran up dat ladder like I was the flash
Then a little man said "Hey!fork over the cash!"
The moon made the glitter look like it was snow
den what to my eyes I swear did appear?
Da Homies on a sleigh with eight reindeer
It had a fine ass driver that was pretty&thick
More rapid the sounds, the boom really came
Wit her finger pointin she screamed out my name
To the roof she flew she nearly blasted the wall
I looked around my clothes became fly
I got my eagle on, I didn't have to try
I turned again to see what I could do
The music was pumpin' so I got crunk too
We had a house party right there on the roof
Just having a ball without any loot
The girl I was with had junk in her trunk
A little small waist and chest like her romp
Christmas with Santa is only a tale
But Christmas in the ghetto always prevails
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