Twas the week before Christmas and all through the shop
Not a customer calling
Not even the cops
The bike is in pieces by the workbench with care
my wallet is empty, not one single cunt hair.
My old lady spent all my money real quick
and my beard is now greyer, like good ol St. Nick.
My back is so tired from breakin my balls
and all the friggin credit goes to a fat fuck named Claus!
MERRY CHRISTMAS from The Axe
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