Rudolph's Story

You may think that Christmas is the best time of the year With scarlet bows and mistletoes you have nothing to fear But, this here is a story and I'll tell you how it goes It's about a boy named Rudolph and his Glock with a red nose Christmas time he might run in your house Christmas time he might just pop at your spouse Rudolph he ain't never had him a home, he grew up in the streets he had no other routes So, every winter you can bet he was tripping He ain't never had a present for Christmas Dolph had a homie named Dasher who liked to do home invasions and Rudolph was with it So this how it go They had a plan like they did this before They taking all of the cash, the jewelry, the bags, the drip and the swag, but someone was still in the home Rudolph heard steps and he shot without missing His only thought was not leaving a witness What he saw next stopped his heart in an instant A 4-year-old lying dead in the kitchen Now, Rudolph was wild But, he ain't never killed a child Rudolph was sick to his stomach, but Dasher yelling "We gotta get out!" Hopped into the car 80 on the dash Bending all the corners, praying they don't crash Pulled up to the spot Mind racing fast Rudolph still tripping Dasher looking mad He told him "Why you worried 'bout the kid? You did what you did, but it is what it is" Rudolph responded "I ain't even on it" But, deep down inside he knew it was serious That's when Dasher grabbed the bag from the lick Took out the money, the jewels, the clothes He looked at Rudolph like "Boy look at this, we gotta sell it then we getting on!" Rudolph didn't even care 'bout the money, but Rudolph was solid and did what he told They got like 30 racks from the pawnshop after all they traded in the gold But, that type of money make some people greedy Turning they best friends into a foes Dasher caught Rudolph when he wasn't looking, he upped his pistol and then he let it blow Now Dolph in the hospital Mad as fuck "How my main homie set me up? Dasher, we were cool since middle school, how you switching up for a couple bucks?" Police walk in asking questions 'Bout who shot him, but he ain't say Dolph ain't a snitch, that just ain't his way He gon find Dasher he gon make him pay Few months pass, Dolph still with the shits But, he walk with a limp cuz of metal in his hip Met a girl named Vixen pretty, slim thick Who Dash used to hit so she knows where he lives That's perfect Dash better be nervous, cuz Rudolph been lurking All black suburban with a drac in the trunk if he bust that then it's curtains Spinning for weeks and Rudolph ain't seen nothing Probably cuz Dasher don't kick it in public Rudolph was riding until he heard sirens and he got pulled over and they got to cuffing Then what had happened was worse than he feared They knew 'bout the 4-year-old dead in the crib The house it had cameras and Dasher had snitched And got Rudolph sentenced to 83 years