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Inspired in part by this post, which you should absolutely revisit if you have not yet this season.

Simple concept: post the offending lyrics or song in the subject line and your criticisms in the body.

i still blame hip-hop.

Now hold on.

That escalated rather quickly.

A moment ago you were just singing glad tidings and shit and now there's a figgie pudding ultimatum being laid down? Fuck that.

You want some figgie pudding just ask fucking nicely. Chill out with the demands. Also I don't have any fucking figgie pudding so you're shit out of luck.

i still blame hip-hop.

you know the story:

Mary, having just given birth to her first child...an illegitimate child, i might add, given that her husband Joseph was NOT THE FATHER...all laid up in a barn...a BARN of all places not even a dollar store or a nail shop or a falafel booth...couldn't have been thrilled when random ppl allegedly sent by the child's ABSENT RAPIST FATHER (she didn't ask for the shit and it was presented like he was doing HER a favor...she couldn't say 'no', i imagine...he acted like her body was HIS...where's her consent????) just showed up in the fucking barn w/'gifts'. they couldn't bring homegirl a fucking hotel room or something? a baby nursery?

anyway, this lil dusty ass motherfucker shows up WITHOUT A GIFT. no gift. she's tired. and he's in there banging on some trifling ass drum. not even a drum SET. A SINGLE FUCKING DRUM. w/o other accompaniment. just a DRUM. a newborn baby laying in a fucking filthy-ass trough used to feed farm animals and Mary's there all blew out from childbirth and this lil street urchin is in there pounding a damned drum.

she must've been livid. i know i would've been. but mother Mary, being all full of grace and shit, just sat there and nodded. inside i bet she was seething:

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

fuck you.

nobody needs a percussion section to welcome a newborn, even if he is the son of god and king of kings, that's just gonna make him a crabby little bitch.

i still blame hip-hop.

He'll say are you married I'll say no man
But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid of the plans that we made

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