Ju-Ly Happy Christmas

War is over, now, after a quarter-cen On shit list of mentally hoarders and Former young squirts, spoiled less the comfort T-ball to 8 first, gorging down on some percs Really squished 'em, me and you, we all perks Even though I shit words like it's all curse I wanna see you with no pants and t-shirts Skin sweats 'n knee jerks by speakers But now I beat better than bad like you made me right Maybe it's like no biggie and you may be right But maybe like I stick to you like a lacy white Tank top from Old Navy might, dripping on a rainy night Can't stop if I'm picked up and the feds say We'll nab, charge, execute ya on Wednesday Annul appellates, wrap me in some red tape Powder-fry my brain like a beignet Now we're going seis anos and no old ring What like those 20 time zones ain't no thing? Miles, kilos, gnats, mosquitoes Windy City kitties. this whole things no fling Maybe I'll go sing about some gold things Toast and carrots, gold coasts, Molsens To-matoes or mottos, katzen o gatos We're lapping up life by the bubble and bottles Booze flu, Screamin Mimi's on Sundays Mo, Luc, and you and bed is our feng shui Dungs say happiness is a warm gun So bang bang, shoot me up like the heroine Me-you when our years are all gold too Skin-hide, that's why they say it's like old shoe Socks hang on the mantle that holds two It's Happy Christmas whether hot or it's cold too