Nigga what street nigga thug nigga nigga what gangsta nigga yous a square nigga what only fucks with the real ones I am one of them fucking real ones beat a nigga with my fist one on one don’t need to tuck no guns their ain’t no fun no satisfaction in blasting all the satisfaction is when your peeling someone’s cap back man not with bullets either just a left and right hook is all it took to make a mother fuckers brain shook beat you with a frying pan then put you into cook you’ll be the rival recipe that I put in my cook book life’ is survival don’t mess with me or you’ll die fool americas beautiful it’d suck if you couldn’t see it too it’s full can’t back your shit find my fist down your pyhole beat you with a pillow case of bibles call me a saint bitch I’ll be Saint Nick Call me a grinch I’m green cause Im so sick of these flake pricks I’m just gonna start slithering around like a snake trick and start taking shit every last bit down to the last peice of wood in the fire pit I think that’s the gist of how the story of the green little nigga took everything the night before Christmas but the difference between the grinch and Nicholas is Nicholas kept everything and didn’t bring shit back on Christmas be taking your birthday wishes then leaving you to sleep with the fishes