'Tis The Season To Be Pleasin'

I guess you could say he's "cumming" tonight.

Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle, when all through the hizzle
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mizzle;
The stocking caps were worn by the homies with care,
In hopes that St. Nizzle soon would be there;
The bitches and hoes were up all snug in their beds,
While visions of bling sparkled on their heads;
And mamma with her swag, and me in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long ass nizzle,
When out on the stoop some bitch came around,
I sprang from my crib, to knock this fool down.
Awizzle to the window I flew like the Flash,
Tore open this bullshit and threw out the trash.
The moon had her fine titties glistening on the snow
Damn son, now I gotta clean this up too yo,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appizzle,
But a tinyass sleigh, and eight tinyass reindizzles,
With a little old pimp, so lively and quick,
Woah wait, hold up one moment, is that St. Nick?!
Faster than shots in a bar his homies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Yo, Dasher! Hey, Dancer! Damn, Prancer and Vixen!
Yo, come on, Comet, Cupid , Donder and Blitzen!
To the windows! to the walls! Now run bitches! Run bitches! Goddamn y’all!”
But I heard him shout, fore he flew outta sizzle,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-nizzle."

Santa Clause is cumming, to town

Santa Claus is cumming tonight~

Twas the night before Kwanzaa,
and niggas were drinkin'
Santa Claus walked in
They said,
"Bitch, what you thinkin'?"

One of them had a gun,
the other one had a knife,
but Santa Cluas was not going down without a fight

He pulled some presents from out of his bag
He kicked them in the nuts,
and called them all fags
But they didn't like that,
they thought it was gay,
for Santa's boner grew five times that day!

You better watch out, You better not cry
You better not pout, Im going in dry
Santa clause is cumming tonight
He's making a fist, He'll lube it up nice
Hes gonna fuck up who calls it "rice"
Santa clause is cumming tonight

Talk about a white Christmas.

Dry you say?

But my coal comes from there!

OP is my kind of man

Santa Clause is going to town