Joe's Christmas

All these Hoe Hoe Hoes

Having fun with Joe Joe Joe

Joe says he smokes weed and shit

His momma says she feeds him seeds and grits

 

She don't know what he spends his money on

'Cause Joe playing with a honey thong

When the hoe is riding Joe he says "Jesus!"

Well why when after the song, hoes say "Please us!"

 

But every year, Joe gets serious

He stops fucking and being delirious

Apologizes for all his sins

He don't know that he 'bout to have kin

 

Jane Doe comes crying to Joe

She says "I finna have a baby,"

"Don't give me that look, come on, it won't have rabies."

Joe thinks real hard and pleads to God, "Save me"

His life is all over no more hoes, no more money

Having a little black baby, maybe

 

Day of Christ rolls around

Joe is still taking in the sounds

A crying tot, the new swing he just bought, the still same momma thot

Joe wants to rot while he hits himself with a pot

His lord didn't come through for him

Maybe its the way he prayed, or maybe the way he played

His momma forbade

Now Joe can't even buy a maid

After the hoe got laid nothing was quite the same

Joe had a feeling right after she came

 

The tree stood tall at the city mall

Joe lives in a hall, thought he was great 'cause he could ball

Now, Joe just stares at the wall

Wondering when his life started to fall