The boy lay in the manger
His name was Danger
No, his name was Danger C. --
He had a little Pee Pee
And was cranky
He didn't turn up-- from no hanky panky.
Years before Vegas
There was a Magus
Plus two makes Magi Three. --
They chilled at the crib with Danger C.,
Then ditched it, sole claps,
To shoot some craps, with the natives Nazarene.
And they dwelt in the House of Bread!
And they harkened, to what, the Angel said:
"Comb your hair in the image of Dread!" --
And they dwelt in the House of Bread!
And they harkened, to what, the Angel said:
"Comb your hair in the image of Dread!"
Cain! Sugar!
Sugar! Abel!
Abel! Cain!
Cain! Sugar!
Break down!
There will arise a people of the Belly Fat
In America, said the Gospel of Matt.--
There will arise a people who invent the Juke
In America, said the Gospel of Luke.--
Then Danger C. arose from his nap
And with a Rock 'n' Roll nurse he began to rap:
"I'm gonna turn -- the water to wine!
On one fish five thousand will dine!
On the lake that's shaped like a Violin
The Kinneret, Home Boy, I'll ply my din.
The Romans, in they Tunics, will make my bed--
But I'll rise, Cold Slab, from the DEAD!"
Hip
hop Christmas.
Hip
hop Christmas.
Hip
hop Christmas.
