I'm gonna tell you a story. A story of a true "Xmas" miracle. This is the tale of a bully and a little bitch. I'm talking about a mean, nasty bully and a scrawny-ass little bitch. This bully would pick on the little bitch every day after school. If little bitch had cash, little bitch got robbed. If little bitch bowed up, little bitch got stomped. Point I'm trying to make here is, this bully owned that bitch like a Lincoln Continental, but something happened to change it all. On this Xmas of our tale, little bitch got lucky with the gifts, see? Something little bitch loved more than anything before family, God, and country was baseball. Loved the shit out of it. Well, on this Xmas morning when he got out of his little bedroom and looked under his little tree, guess what he found. An Easton Magnum aluminum baseball bat. Little bitch grabbed that bat and went right outside to play. Didn't even take the bow off, he was so excited. And there he was on the corner ball field, hitting balls like he was Sammy Sosa when his bully comes up, eyeing that bat. And just as the bully made his way up to him, without any warning bam! Blood. Fuckin' everywhere. Blood on the ground, blood on little bitch, blood dripping down the bow still wrapped around that bat. Little bitch knocked every tooth out of that motherfucker's head. Cracked his skull open, popped his eyeball out on home plate. All because little bitch saw the truth. That bat may have been made to play ball, but that wasn't its purpose. Nuh-uh. In that moment in little bitch's hands, it was there to break this nigga's head open. See, Ms. Krista, we all have a purpose in this world, and it's our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is. But you don't have to look no more 'Cause for you, that day has come. Want to know why? I'm gonna break Elliot and you gonna be my aluminum bat.
Now before your boy came and went, you were calling me a little bitch? Chill, girl. I didn't take no offense. In fact, this was my bad, 'cause I didn't tell you the whole story. See, I was just explaining your role to you. That you my bat. But that bat ain't the end of the story. Nah. That's where I come in. So after being beaten within an inch of his life by that badass little bitch, the bully woke up in the hospital. It was right then when little bitch walked in like the fucking ghost of Xmas past. Bully sees him and starts crying. I mean, this nigga was scared. He must have thought that boy had come to finish him off. But you know what happened? Little bitch just walked right up to his bully's bed And held his hand. Yep. He held his hand just like so. Real soft and gentle-like. And then he got real close. He looks at his bully, all sniffling and crying. He looked at him and said "I see you now." Little bitch showed up when no one else would. He saw his bully like no one else could and that was all it took. And, Miss Krista, from that moment on, he owned that bully for life. Now, if I want to own Elliot, I don't just gotta break him. Me and Elliot are linked on a spiritual plane. I got to come at him on the same level I find myself, and and breaking him only gets you so far. I gotta break him so I can build him up. I need to wound his soul so I can be the one to heal him. That is how you own a nigga.
