Twas the night before Kwanzaa,
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and niggas were drinkin'
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Santa Claus walked in
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They said,
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"Bitch, what you thinkin'?"
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One of them had a gun,
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the other one had a knife,
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but Santa Cluas was not going down without a fight
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He pulled some presents from out of his bag
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He kicked them in the nuts,
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and called them all fags
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But they didn't like that,
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they thought it was gay,
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for Santa's boner grew five times that day!
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They ran all his shit,
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from his cash,
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to his rocks
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Santa pleaded with them,
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"This black on black crime must stop!"
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And just in that moment,
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in walked Little Suzie
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Little Suzie walked in with a sub-machine Uzi
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Everyone hit the deck,
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'cause those bullets was sprayin'
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but Santa couldn't grasp what the black guy was sayin'!
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And on that little night, Little Suzie got famous,
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she shot Santa in his cock,
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and it still hurt his anus
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Santa pulled out his miss'le TOW,
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and started to blast
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no man left that night,
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without a cap in his ass!
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And they heard Santa shout,
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as he skipped up the chimmney
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"Merry Christmas, bitch niggas! Ya'll shoulda got fucked wit me!"
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Twas The Night Before Kwanzaa
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| Rucka Rucka Ali |
