Twas the night before Christmas
In ol Bozzie’s shack~
There’s a bong on the table
And a pipe to smoke crack~
A pile of old scratch offs
Which revealed no winners~
Faygo on ice
And Popeyes for dinner ~
Jay Z is blaring
From out of the speakers~
He’s wearing a Kamala t shirt
And Air Jordan sneakers ~
He’s watching CNN
But he has it on mute~
Keeps saying to himself
Anderson Cooper is so cute~
The stench from the room
Is too much to take~
He changes the cd
From Jay Z to Drake~
The thump from the bass
Is shaking the walls~
He can feel the vibration
Down to his balls~
It’s time to go out now
To hang with the boys~
The neighbors are elated
He turned down the noise~
So off they go
To head to the mall~
For Christmas shoplifting
It’s December 24th after all ~
With an armload of loot
They head to the car~
They’re not getting caught
His shack’s not too far~
Back at his dump
They sort through their prize~
Blue lights are flashing
They can’t believe their eyes ~
So now here they sit
In this cold smelly jail~
Saying to each other
Who’s paying the bail~
The clock strikes midnight
It’s now Christmas Day~
They still haven’t found
Someone to pay~
Now they will wait
Days for the judge ~
Ain’t going nowhere
They’re not gonna budge~
So always remember
To do what is right ~
Merry Christmas Bozzie
You picked this fight ~
Copyright 2025
In ol Bozzie’s shack~
There’s a bong on the table
And a pipe to smoke crack~
A pile of old scratch offs
Which revealed no winners~
Faygo on ice
And Popeyes for dinner ~
Jay Z is blaring
From out of the speakers~
He’s wearing a Kamala t shirt
And Air Jordan sneakers ~
He’s watching CNN
But he has it on mute~
Keeps saying to himself
Anderson Cooper is so cute~
The stench from the room
Is too much to take~
He changes the cd
From Jay Z to Drake~
The thump from the bass
Is shaking the walls~
He can feel the vibration
Down to his balls~
It’s time to go out now
To hang with the boys~
The neighbors are elated
He turned down the noise~
So off they go
To head to the mall~
For Christmas shoplifting
It’s December 24th after all ~
With an armload of loot
They head to the car~
They’re not getting caught
His shack’s not too far~
Back at his dump
They sort through their prize~
Blue lights are flashing
They can’t believe their eyes ~
So now here they sit
In this cold smelly jail~
Saying to each other
Who’s paying the bail~
The clock strikes midnight
It’s now Christmas Day~
They still haven’t found
Someone to pay~
Now they will wait
Days for the judge ~
Ain’t going nowhere
They’re not gonna budge~
So always remember
To do what is right ~
Merry Christmas Bozzie
You picked this fight ~
Copyright 2025