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Xmas Cheer

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“XMAS CHEER”

#10 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

Holiday Cheer jingle bells in every ear this time of year

tinsel's thrown to and fro and red ribbon wreath upon our doors
Jolly Santa's on his way ho ho holloring from his sleigh,

nice and naughty kids alike,  wish for gifts and tried to write him

leave him treats overnight, hoping for morning surprise,

wrapped bowed and bagged tagged from the north pole  
family's in love is shown underneath the mistletoe

 thicker than the blanket of snow Christmas season spirit draw

 keeps us close shiny trees with gifts to give and to recieve

celebrate our savoir Christ's blessed be the holy king choirs sing

five golden rings children dream of Santa's reindeer fleet

red and green keeps us believing the true meaning of our feasting

is for Jesus may he keep lingering in our 

Thanksgiving Rhyme

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“THANKSGIVING RHYME”
#9 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
after two long months, the pilgrims had enough.
They sailed their way to the usa in hopes of better stuff.
Survival sure was tough . They called it Plymouth rock, t
he natives called it home, the two worlds met and alliances were grown
the fields were sown and soon together gratitude was rightly known.
They feasted in November giving thanks for what was shown.
It was kindness it was grace how they welcomed the white race.
In A foreign land the puritans were starving for a taste.
By the grace of god the harvest was enough to give him praise,
they made themselves at home and surely flourished in the place
they learned the ways and soon enough the natives got out of the way.
Now we save a day for giving thanks for what was taken it was Abe
 who said each state would recognize the holiday, now we imitate that day
 with what we place upon the ta-ble like the turkey that they slay
and the pumpkin pie they made, yams and beets and other treats
this feast is dedicated to the slack the masses taste cause ladies always do the slayin'
 


Rifle Excitement

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“RIFLE EXCITEMENT”

#8 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

The day I found the gun I held it in my hand

gripped so tight till my fingers lost their tan  

held it kept it close carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a teen with a beiber poster

never wanna let it go even when I showed the bros

Next to me when i ate, buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
 Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete  ,

my side kick prosthetic limb my piece protects and also 

 so my arms forever free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece

My rifle super righteous mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's