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my night before christmas
twas the night before christmas
and all through the house
every body felt shitty
even the mouse
dad at the whore house
mom smoking crack
i just settled down
for a nice piece of ass
when out on the lawn
i heard such a clatter
i sprang for my piece
to see whats the matter
out on the lawn
i saw a big dick
i knew in a moment
it must be saint nick
he came down the chimmney
like a bat outta hell
i knew in a moment
the fucker had fell
he stuffed the stockings
with pretzles and beer
and a big rubber dick
for my brother the queer
he screamed as he sailed
straight outta sight...
merry cristmas to all
and to all a good night
i actually heard Run DMC sing this at a club back in the day in shreveport at a christmas mix they had ... heh
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