The Twelve Days of ChristmasThe Seven Days Of Kwanzaa
On the first day of Kwanzaa
My slutcake gibs to me
Obama Race Card gets me outta' jail freeOn the second day of Kwanzaa
My slutcake gibs to me
A hot pair of Jordan Super Fly 3On the third day of Kwanzaa
My Homie gibs to me
A polices Glock he got out off da streetOn the fourth day of Kwanzaa
My Homie gibs to me
Fo' magazines all fits my new Glock G-2-3On the fif' day of Kwanzaa
My baby momma gibs to me
Coupon fo' five golden teefOn the six day of Kwanzaa
My Hoochie gibs to me
A Michael Brown Hoodie an' a "I Cain't Breeve" black TeeOn the seven day of Kwanzaa
My Homies gibs to me
A stolen "Dipset Xmas" rap CD
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The Twelve Days Of Kwanza..by Shirley Q, Liquor
On the first day of Kwanza,
my childrens asked me, “mama what is Kwanzaa for, anyway?”
On the second day of Kwanzaa...
some lady bothered me. I cursed her out and I say “no, I don’t wan’t no Olan
Mills pictures and quit calling here!”
On the third day of Kwanzaa...
I went out to the store. I needed beer and cigarettes but they was closed,
so I smashed out the windows, did a drive-by and cursed em all out.
On the fourth day of Kwanzaa...
I turned on the T.V. Young and the Restless, All of My Children, One Day to
Live, and then “Oprah” at 4 o’clock.
On the fifth day of Kwanzaa...
My check came in the mail. AFDC! “Thank you Lord” I said, “come on kids,
let’s go to the store for some collard greens, hamhocks and some cheese.”
On the sixth day of Kwanzaa...
the police rang the bell. They served a warrant, I nearly passed out! But it
was ok, some woman had said I stole her wigs, but I told them all I was
gonna give them back anyway.
On the seventh day of Kwanzaa...
I poured myself a drink. I drank 40 ounces, got really full, then lost my
mind. I drove down the street cursing out everyone I saw. Then I bashed the
Cadillac upside a Dairy Queen.
On the eighth day of Kwanzaa...
I bought a TV Guide... not much had happened. I was hungover from a bad
headache from Schiltz Malt Liquor Bull. I tried to stay home and be quiet,
take my nerve pills... you can just feel Kwanzaa in the air.
On the nineth day of Kwanzaa...
I painted all my nails. Two shades of purple, one shade of turquoise,
throwed on some glitter, did ‘em up real nice. I was looking good! Then I
drove on down to Popeyes, bought me some chicken and I stayed home and
looked at T.V.
On the tenth day of Kwanzaa...
Shoplifting was the thing. ten Now or Laters, nine little candies, eight
cans of tuna fish, seven little niknaks, six pack of Budweiser, five Lee
Press-On Nails, four pieces of gum, three large fries, two days back in
jail... it was Kwanzaa, so what the hell?
On the eleventh day of Kwanzaa...
I got out on parole. I rolled a big joint, went down to church and talked
all out of my head. Got happy and shouted, passed out and hollered. They
called 911 and the Lord set me free! Gave my testimony, stepped on home,
didn’t even remember where I stayed, I woke up real hungry and confused.
LORD
On the twelfth day of Kwanzaa...
My childrens gathered around me. Lincoln, Alow vera, Gyne-Lotrimin,
LemonJello, OrangeJello, Tinactin, Tempasia, KMartina, Fallopia, Shi’Thead,
Shameka-Vonquishia, Salmonella, Chlamydia Champagne, Democtorius, Saskatoon,
Cheeto and Skuketia...
And it had really started to feel more like it was getting near Kwanza
Cheers mate - you’ve just caused me to spit mullagatawny soup over the dog !
Seriously though, Kwanzaa !!!!??????
I’ve never heard such a load of old cobblers in all my life !
Is this anything to do with those Panthers ? Regardless, they should realize that all this black separateness creates more prejudice and antagonizes sensible people of all creeds.