Lyrics First Day of Christmas - Homeboy Sandman

Yo when it come to Sandman it's no debate
When it come to Sandman it's no debate
When it come to Sandman it's no debate

Nonlethal
What a hunk
On the hunt for other free people
I love to free people
I love to see people
Way more than cc people
When it's time to cut it out I put a cork or stick a fork in a lot
I'm about to take a very pleasant walk up the block
They call me passionate for passing on the pork chop
And never doing what I ought not
I ball socks
And throw them in the hamper at long range
People think that rapping about that action is all strange
Every rhyme I'm trying to make a small change
Not out here rapping for your small change
I pause to say a prayer, wait
I know that people love to player hate
Go figure, I just let it slide
Figure skate
Figure 8
At every dance I do the twist of fate
In every class I finger paint
So who's going to be the lucky winner I administrate?
I seldom strategize, I tantalize and titillate
And casually obliterate
The okey doke mistaken for the facts
And know the hack to make it happen, don't be on the apps
Or grind a axe
I been thru altered states but I'm in tact
And know the code to charm the cobras and the diamondbacks
And beautifully uncommon in your almanac
And grew up say a-men over Ramen packs
The reason why I'm so relaxed
And robust instead of overran is everything that overlaps
Every moment I get offers but I know the catch
I'm a nomad wit a office and a home attached
I'm a man not a mascot
Homeboy Sand I'm a have not a have not
Grown up without a dad bod
Luck without a shamrock

So when it come to Sandman it's no debate
When it come to Sandman it's no debate
When it come to Sandman it's no debate