StartFragmentOn the twelveth day of Chirstmas, My homie got
for me,
Twelve manicures,
Eleven snipers snipping,
Ten food stamps,
Nine knives
a stabbin',
Eight beeps a beepin',
Seven spinners spinnin',
Six glocks a
poppin',
Five golden grills,
Four hummers humming,
Three fresh tats,
Two double
Ds,
And a copy of my favorite movie EndFragment