• twas the night before chrismas,
    and all trough the house every one felt shitty even the mouse

    moms at the whore house dads smoking grass,
    i just settled down for a nice peace of a**

    out on the lawn i heared such a clatter,
    i sprang from my peace to see twas the matter

    out on the lawn i saw a big d**k,
    i knew in the moment it must be saint nick

    he came down the chiminy like a bat out of hell,
    i knew in the moment the fat ******** fell

    he filled all our stockings with pretsals and beer,
    and a big rubber d**k for my brither the queer

    he rose up the chimity with a thunderous fart,
    the son of a b***h blew the chiment apart

    he hoped on his slagh and rod out of sight,
    piss on you all and to all a good night



    i am not a hater of gays or religeon