My Twelveth Daze

Let me get started by saying I officially don’t care for Christmas as a hoilday.All the fuss about buying gifts and other hoo-rah is unnecessary. Shit kinda loses its magic when you turn 13. Anyway I fully support anyone whille to feel the spirit of giving, by all means pay a visit to my Amazon Wishlist, there’s a lot of things priced under $20 or Donate to my Paypal account. Help created a balance that will keep North Farson Street alive. Now on with the show…

My Twelveth Daze
On the first day of Chirstmas, the wife financed for me; a G5 wit lots of memory
On the 2nd day of Christmas , my momz laid-away for me; 2 Ken Cole suits
On the 3rd day of Christmas, the chick at the office grab-bagged to me; 3 DVDs
On the 4th day of Christmas, the homies got me; 4 sacks for smoking
On the 5th day of Christmas, the side piece sexed me; 5 times that night
On the 6th day of Christmas, my boss let me have; 6 days paid vacation
On the 7th day of Christmas, my pops bought for me; 7 Corona cases
On the 8th day of Christmas, my bruh paid for me; 8 table dances
On the 9th day of Christmas, I bought for me; 9 chains-all blinging
On the 10th day of Christmas, the Hustla-Man sold me; 10 flicks of fucking
On the 11th day of Christmas, genetics granted me; 11 inches swanging
On the final day of Christmas, the Sandman promised me; 12 hours sleeping