Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the net
Not a nigga was stirring, not even a hater talkin sh*t.
The downloads were put on the page with care,
In hopes that Screw World would still be there.
The dj's were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of chops and brakes danced in their heads.
As all them boys chillin, I lean down for a nap
Out in the background, I hear AK workin on a rap.
When out on the lawn there came a noise,
I sprang from the bed and grabbed da plastic toy.
Ran to the window I flew like The Flash,
Tore open the door and told KSizzle to flush my stash.
The moon was glowing all on the snow
It made it look day light to all the stuff below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a candy-painted sleigh, and eight big ass reindeer.
With a big somaon nigga, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment i must've smoked da wrong sh*t..
Faster than a rabbitt his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now XFonz! now, HuaracheKing! now,Brite Lite and OVG!
On, SouthSide! On, Lil M! on, on Turchio and Chop Zee!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now chop away! Chop away! Chop away all!"
And then, in a flash, I heard on the roof
The kicking and stompin of each niggas boots.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dj KSin came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Screw tapes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a bootlegger, just opening his pack.
He aint say nuthin, but went straight to his job,
And filled all the stockings, then gave me a nigga nod.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a hop, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a command,
And away they all flew and packed the sleigh like sum mexicans.
But I heard him yell, as he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all Screw-Headz, and to all a good-night!"