Make Sense for Christmas

Wear much bling there’s such a thing as bad boy
I’m from some slum area here in Virginia got a sad toy
For Christmas a sweaty glock already cocked bullets included
Will pull it mind’s polluted use handy when there’s beef an undisputed
Problem solver, my dentures false thought ventures off constituted
So Santa Claus came from Atlanta with flaws damn Rudolph
Screwed off, shot at his red nose snatch Santa’s crack sack had boss
Dope HO! HO! Now what? was a violent fight on a silent night
Trying to bring joy to the world a toy to every boy and girl right?
Got a hummer that annoys like dang drummer boys engine going
Ah rum-a-bum-bum! Fell from fame can’t spell my name still knowing
I’m ill and glowing like a spotlight hot and bright my rays flowing
It makes no kind o sense to sin it’s only a lonely ride against the wind
Every now and then it somehow bends my fate then problems begin
Can’t win the lotto and my thin motto is to become rich my friend
Like rapid crop growth this is a hot post it stop most cats in their tracks
Share facts with sensible principals in high schools, fools get smacked
Time after time I try master rhyme with disaster lines
But they only plaster spines like wallpaper need a crafter to design
Divine script, facts be ill like Jack and Jill tumbling down
Fumbling around with souls crumbling bounds of scrolls renown