MC Pantz Bringing Modern Psalms

Lyrics

So, Mother Mary's baby's birthday's breaking early Similarly, my back's sore, probably pained ever since sliding so effervescently past seventy stairs Blast Beverly's mansion's slippery surfaces making banister blisters Missing merry purposes - misused, erased essence So everybody better buy me some super excellent presents Maybe my singular spine suffering prohibits merriment-mustering Meanwhile, many bitter snowstorms blustering make practicing belief moot, most people say But still, everybody parties, pulling evergreen bristles So many standing beneath mistletoe, manning mouth pistols Planning pre-arranged puckered pecks Possibly, probably, many stranger salival exchanges - Proof people should stop smooching by mightily missed saviors So maybe my eleventy-six presents may be privately savored Bam! MC Pantz bringing modern psalms! Best, sickest, most partying songs ever! Sucka!