T'was the night before Christmas,
And all through the pad,
Not a creature was fucking,
Not even your dad.
The Fireball was poured,
In a pint glass with care.
In hopes that J-Wunder,
Soon would be there.
The women were saddened by the ones in their bed,
They dreamt of the Ghetto Genius,
Showing up instead.
H-Bomb in her track suit,
And I in my cap,
Had just sat down,
For a dance on our laps.
When up on the stage there arose a roaring laughter,
I sprang from my dance,
To see what was the matter.
Away to the door,
I flew off like a thong,
Leaned over a trash can,
And threw up for so long.
The ass on that stage,
Of the woman so large,
Left H-Bomb and I,
With memories so scarred.
When what to my watering eyes had appeared,
Cat Woman had started
Stripping for beer!
With a little look around,
To survey the club,
I saw Anonymous,
Waiting for her with a sub.
Before I could catch him,
He took off so fast,
Down a back alley with her,
And that gargantuan ass.
From the mind of J-Wunder,
To the Ghetto Genius wall,
I got you back fucker,
By posting this all.
Happy Holidays to all,
And to all,
A drunk night.
