Smokey Klause

(Intro) Riiiiight Sweet Baby Kushed God Gather round children It's the night before Christmas [Verse 1] Fuck them reindeer, I come in that Continental V Smokey Klause coming with that marijuana tree Only bad yellow bitches get the candy cane from me Jump up on my lap, baby tell me what you need The night before Christmas I was all up in the house Santa working overtime while I'm digging down the spouse Not a creature staring so we did it on the couch Thinking in my head like "This what it's about" The children was nestled, snuggled up in their bed Probably having X-Box visions up in their head Her mama in her underwear and I'm in my skully She making wild noise, I know it's bound to get ugly Lil' nigga woke up cause he heard all the chatter His mama was screaming, he trying to see what's the matter Then to the closet, I flew in a flash He opened the door, and he saw my stash His mama had her titties out, trying to be low Started asking her questions, told him that he had to go Then through his wondering eyes, it would appear Saw it was a rugby hanging off from the chair The little fucker was quick, certainly clever Started smiling and shit, like "It gotta be DZA" Smelled the polo cologne, then he got brave Knew all of my songs, started to call em by name #KushedGod, 4 Loko, Sour Hour, ya kidding? Personal Party, Continental Kush, He Has Risen He spoke about that mirror that was on the wall In Ralph's [?] shit, said he was fresher than all Then threw a twinkle up, for I he would appear Polo undershirt, Foamposites that's rare Spoke not a word, not even a curse Walked to the chair and he picked up his shirt Sprang to the street, gave his a driver a whistle Flew down the ave, I swear it looked like a missile But I heard him scream, before he got out of sight My fault lil nigga, Merry Christmas Riiiiight