😈let the trip begin, run rabbit run, ain't no time, not late knot late, let the FUN!!! begin😈

😈Every legend has a story and beginning of it

There's always string-pulling when you have to deal with puppets😈

😈Have knots tying a bow around the game like a gift😈

😈there's a Ghost in the "house" with no invitation 

Let's hav uhhh say aunt's four the situation 😈

Mastamind- paranormal activity

#7 esham-xmas is d3ad plus "link" to dead ghosts compositions

#6 hav "knots"-happy wicked holiday

#5 gmo skee-friendly neighborhood

#4 bukshot- Santa Joe 

#3 3azy macK- chasing rabbits 

#2 humble among- rabbithole

😈the Grinch stole Christmas 😈

Imagine if new "jack" roze from the grave 

😈caught the holy Ghost😈

Since this bitch decided to go ghost and not reveal what's was in the bag, it became a personal mission for me to finally seek out this fat frosty bitch that ain't never gave me shit but lumps of coal and take what rightfully belongs to me. 

You see, this cookie molesting rich kiddie groomer stole that bag from my family and I am the rightful heir to that bag and it's contents. The bag has been around for generations but the contents have been ever-changing with the times so I haven't a clue what was even stolen from me and my family, and that fat bastard just happened to sneak in during a transfer period after the passing of Sir Horde Masta Bagz last November and stole it while it was in the lawyers possession.

So I set out, swam the treacherous gutter waters, walked through the yellow and green bricked wasteland of std riddled elves and cocaine fueled reindeer, keeping warm by making fires out of the wasteland trash as I followed the scent of his staleness in the wind and as the moon as my guide I was able to accomplish finding that sorry sack of shit and take back what's mine because...