Ebonics Crimmus Pome
Wuz de nite befo Crimmus An all ower de hood ereybody wuz sleepin Dey wuz sleepin good
We hunged up our stockings An hoped like de heck That ol Sanna Clause Be bringin our check
All ode fambily Wuz layin in de beds While Ripple and Thunderbird Dance tru dey heads
I passed out inna flo Right nex to my Maw When I heard sech a fuss I thunk: It mus be de law!!!
I looked out thru de bars What covered my doe spectin de sheriff Wif a warrent fo sho
And what did I see I said, Lawd look at dat!! Ther wuz a huge watermellon Pulled by giant warf rats!!
Now ober all de years Santa Clause, he be white But looks liken us bros Gets a black Sanna dis nite
Faster dan a Polees car My home boy he came He whupped on dem warf rats An called dem by name!
On Leroy, on Lonzo And on Willie Lee On Saphire, on Chenequa Dey wuz a site to see!!
As he landed dat watta mellon Out der in da skreet I knowed it was fo sho Da damndest site I ebber did see
He didnt go down no chimbley He picked da lock on my doe An I sez to myself Shit!! He done dis befoe!!!
He had dis big bag Full of prezents I xpect Wid Air Jordans and fake gold To wear roun my neck
But he not leevin no prezents Jus stealing my shit Got my drugs, got my guns Got my crack pipe…still lit!
Wit my stuff in de bag Out da window he flewed I woudda tried to cut him But he stoled my nife too!!
He jumped on dat wadda mellon An whipped out a switch He wuz gone in a seccon Dat sum of a bitch!!
Next year I be hopin Anutha Sanna we git Cuz diz here Sanna Clause Jus aint werf a shit!!!
Murry Crimmus