Catholics
Why am I the shopping cart :c
Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle, when all through the hizzleNot a creature was stirring, not even a mizzle; fo shizzleThe stocking caps were worn by the homies with care,In hopes that St. Nizzle soon would be there;The bitches and hoes were up all snug in their beds,While visions of bling sparkled on their heads;And mamma with her swag, and me in my cap,Had just settled down for a long ass nizzle,When out on the stoop some bitch came around,I sprang from my crib, to knock this fool down.Awizzle to the window I flew like the Flash,Tore open this bullstuff and threw out the trash.The moon had her fine titties glistening on the snowDamn son, now I gotta clean this up too yo,When, what to my wondering eyes should appizzle,But a tinyass sleigh, and eight tinyass reindizzles,With a little old entrepreneur , so lively and quick,Woah wait, hold up one moment, is that St. Nick?!Faster than shots in a bar his homies they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;“Yo, Dasher! Hey, Dancer! Damn, Prancer and Vixen!Yo, come on, Comet, Cupid , Donder and Blitzen!To the windows! to the walls!Now run bitches! Run bitches! Goddamn y’all!” But I heard him shout, fore he flew outta sizzle,“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-nizzle.”Fo shizzle.
i live in geeksseems about right actually
