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Hi Mike, Lakers here, bringing you the criminals' version of Christmas carols.
Dashing through the house, looking for jewelry and cash, with very little time. Score a decent stash. I thought I was alone. Place was dark as hell. But when the lights came on and the shotgun wrecked, I almost pissed myself. So time to split, time to split. The has hit the fan. That crazy freaking redneck went and ruined all my plans. So time to split, time to split.
I'll try another day, but right now I have to leave before he blows my ass away. The cops were in pursuit, but then they lost control. That one named Stevenson just crashed and took out a light pole. They chased me for three blocks, but then lost side of me. Cause nothing motivates a run like pending felonies. So time to split, time to split.
Cause life is getting old. Every time I step outside my house, I violate parole. So time to split, time to split. I thought I'd got away. Little did I know, this was the start to a bad day. I hopped across the fence to find a hiding place. Next thing I know, some cops' canine is chewing on my face.
I was in disbelief at how quickly I had been found. But then I saw that Vince I hopped border their training ground. So off to jail, off to jail. Now I don't get a bond. I got you to buy a dog, then I got hit with a baton. Off to jail, off to jail. This day I'll sure regret. My only saving grace is that they don't have tasers yet. Yes, my only saving grace is that they don't have tasers yet. Merry Christmas, dirty.