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From: GAJANKE@up.com To: gskradski@hotmail.com, wentapb@SprintMail.com, von.hallauer@notes.airtouch.com Sent: December 11, 2000 8:09:41 PM GMT Subject: [No Subject] Wuz de nite befo Crimmus; < And all ower da hood; < ereybody wuz' sleepin'; < Dey wuz sleepin' good. < < We hunged up our stockings; < An hoped like de' heck; < That old Santa Clause; < Be bringin' our check. < < All o'de fambily; < Wuz layin in de beds; < While Ripple and Thunderbird; < Danced through dey heads. < < I passed out inna' flo; < Right nex to my Maw; < When I heard sech a fuss; < I thunk: "It mus be de law!!!" < < I looked out thru de bars; < What covered my doe; < 'spectin' de sheriff; < Wif a warrent fo sho. < < And what did I see; < said, "Lawd look at dat!!" < Ther' wuz a huge watermellon; < Pulled by giant warf rats!! < < Now ober all de years; < Santa Clause, he be white; < But looks liken us bros; < Gets a black Sanna dis nite. < < Faster dan a Po'lees car; < My home boy he came; < He whupped on dem warf rats;< < An' called dem by name! < < On Leroy, on 'Lonzo ; < And on Willie Lee; < On Saphire, on Chenequa; < Dey wuz a site to see!! < < As he landed dat watta' mellon; < Out der in da skreet; < I knowed it was fo' sho'; < Da damndest site I ebber did see. < < He didn't go down no chimbley; < He picked da' lock on my doe; < An' I sez to myself; < "Shit!! He done dis befoe!!!" < < He had dis big bag; < Full of prezents I 'xpect; < Wid Air Jordans and fake gold; < To wear roun' my neck. < < But he left no good prezents; < Jus started stealing my shit; < Got my drugs, got my guns, < Even got my burglar's kit!! < < Wit my stuff in de bag; < Out da window he flewed; < I woudda' tried to catched him; < But he stoled my 'nife too!! < < He jumped on dat wadda' mellon; < An' whipped out a switch; < He wuz gone in a seccon'; < Dat son of a bitch!! < < Next year I be hopin': < Anutha Sanna we git; < Cuz' diz here Sanna Clause; < Jus' ain't werf a shit!!!
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