3.But he left me no presents, just started stealin my schit.
He got ma guns and ma crack, and ma new burglers kit.
Den, wif my schit in his bag, out da windo' he flew,
I sho' woulda shanked him, but he snagged my blade too!
He jumped back on dat melon afta stealin' me po,
and waz gone in two seconds,... dat Democrat ho!
So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a schit!
THE END.

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