tight stacks.

duders,
the presentation of gifts is a b!tch.
i mean,
the presentation in terms of amounts,
and not my impeccable wrapping style.
...obviously.
you already know i rep on a crisp cornered
metallic foil foolproof concealment situation.
i'm talking about sheisty piles, yo.
i get those parental pangs of bad dadhood
when the over-the-top activation isn't
taking off into uncharted levels of spoiled bratitude an' that.
i'm serious.
i deal in quantifiable amounts.
and a short stack attack is equivalent to less loving feelings.
huh?
yeah, well,
you can shove your reasons for the season right up your A*.
i keep it darkman in my Xmas.
y'know:
that 'hood flavorful DMXmas-type sh!t.
whaaaaaaaaaaat?
i keep it avaricious like it's delicious.
what can i say, my ninjas?
i don't buy my friends,
but i do rent those loving feelings from my family.
yep.
i doo-doo that festive sh!t.
***********
it's a saturday night,
and it's all the way live for sure.
home alone, again,
eating too much,
drinking that rootin' tootin' beer,
and being oh-so-merry.
believe it;
never quiet, never soft.....