From:us, and all thru da hood,
everybody be sleepin' and da sleepin' be good.

We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
dat are new Prez Obama
gunna brang me my check.

All of da family, was lay'in on da flo',
my
sister wif her gurlfriend,
my brother wif some ho.

Ashtrays was all
full , empty beer cans and aw
when I heared such a fuss, I thunk...."Sh'eet,
must be da law".

I pulled the sheet off da window to look and see,
I
was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
But what did I see, made me
say, "Lawd look 'a dat!"
Dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by eight big-ass
rat.

Now ovah da years, Santy Claws he be white,
but it looks like us
brotha's, got a black un' tonight.
Faster than po-lice dog, my homeboy he
came,
and whupped up on dem rats, as he called em by name.

On Biden,
On Jessie, On Pelosi On Hillary
On Fannie, On Freddie, On Ayers, and Slick
Willy.
Obama landed dat melon, right in da street,
I knowed it fo' sho',
- can yo believe that sheet?

Dat Santy didn't need no chimley, he picked
da lock on my do',
an I sez to myself, "Son o' bitch...he don dis
befo!"
He had a big bag, full of presents - at first I suspeck?
Wif "Air
Jordans" and fake gold, to wear roun' my neck.

But he left me no
presents, just started stealin my shit.
He got my guns and my crack, and my
new burglers kit.
Den, wif my shit in his bag, out da windo' he flew,
I
sho' woulda shanked him, be he snagged my blade too!

He jumped back on
dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
and waz gone in two seconds, da sonofabitch.

So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
'cause a black Santy
Claws, just ain't worf a shit!