was the nizzle before Christmizzle, when all through the hizzle Not a creature was stirring, not even a mizzle; fo shizzle The stocking caps were worn by the homies with care, In hopes that St. Nizzle soon would be there; The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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 ♥♥♥♥♥ came around, I sprang from my crib, to knock this fool down. Awizzle to the window I flew like the Flash, Tore open this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Run ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ y’all!” But I heard him shout, fore he flew outta sizzle, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-nizzle.”

Fo shizzle.