Ceedubelu - Grinchin’

It was quarter past dawn
All the who′s were still in bed
All the who's still a snooze
When he packed up his sled

Ooooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hang the Holly
Merry merry
Did ya know
This is how i get my jollies
No folly on the flow
Bouta cop a feel on the track
Like the Grinch on molly
Roll a nat 20
It′s a gift I lift nicky quick
With my shot on volley
I prolly make the who's whos turn green
Holding spleen probly
Looking sick with envy
Cuz never did track with Ali
Wishing they could end me
Expertly
C'est la vie
I could just grow expertise
Within my trees
Are plenty rings
What fill my field
Be coniferous and carnivorous
Mind riddled with a
Pack of wolves
On the feed I live in
Tis the season of giving
But my bars too ridden
With a pot of greed
Gold in lain on wreath
Tinsel strewn leaves
I decor my lines with similes
And metaphors of course
In morse code: dot dash dash
Stampede like i′m Vash
Overheading pass
While the fam is in mass
I amass what i blast
No shell in my die-cast
I′m Solid over flats and sharps
Cue the harps and chords
And the harpsichords
While you hearken
Core styles afforded to me
From my character sheet
Play to my feats
Like my level elite, Sheesh
Call me a thief of the night
Before Christmas
Only difference this is

Nothing personal just business
You can call me a mean one
All I know is
I gotta keep on hitting
With a written or two
Dr. Seuss coining words
For the way I move aloof
Nothing personal just business
You can call me a mean one
All I know is
I gotta keep on hitting
With a written or two
Dr. Seuss coining words
For the way I move aloof

It was quarter past dawn, right
Nothing personal just business
Still in bed
And like all the who's
Were, like, still a snooze
But old head still packed up his sled, so

Written by:
Christopher Williams

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