With his daughter at the ho ho hoe house and his son smoking grass, the old ugly bald banker bedded down with his mistress for a nice piece of ass.

When out on the lawn, they heard such a clatter, the banker sprung from his piece to see what was the matter.

Then out on the lawn, he saw a big dick, and he knew in a moment, that it was good ‘ol Saint Nick.

St. Nick came down the chimney, like a bat out of hell, and the banker knew right away, that he had nothing to sell.

St. Nick filled all the bankers stockings with coal and cocaine, so the banker could take it hard and feel all the pain.

Ol Saint Nick turned out to be a tranny who had a big present for the banker’s big fanny.

St Nick exclaimed I am going to do to you what you’ve done to others, so bend over banker biatch and take it like a mother.

For all those you screwed and hurt with your crimes, this pain is for you and it won’t cost you a dime.

As St. Nick rammed Santa’s pole in the banker’s fanny, the banker enjoyed the time he spent with this tranny.

As St. Nick screamed out turn off all the lights, the banker screamed out in pain and delight.

I’m a banker biatch he told Santa and this is what I do, so you can screw me all you like because one day I’m going to screw you.

So St Nick all so angry could not take it no more, and said listen bank biatch, you’re just a big whore.

Next time I won’t be so gentle, so slow, and so kind, next time I’ll rape more than your bank biatch mind.

You see it is people as evil as you, and we the Annoynomous will give you what’s due.

Forget jailhouses for they are too good and kind, next time we’ll take more that your hairy and fat behind.

We’re watching you and all you do, we’re all going to more than simply sue.

We’re going to give you justice so harsh and so swift, the kind of justice where you’ll only wish.

That St Nick would come a calling, the tranny come balling, while you scream and shout all the while still howling.

Stop, stop, stop as the guns go pop, pop, pop. your war on the classes end in your funeral masses.

You were warned more than once and warned more than twice, then you will all hide like blind little mice.

Only to be caught in a deadly mousetrap not what you hoped for with a small wrist slap.