‘Twas the night before BitBay
And all through the house
Not a creature suspected
Not even the mouse
Than Bob Surplus was planning
Some Bob Surplus shit
That would screw all his partners
Out of their Bit.

They were all sleeping
But he was awake
Plotting his evil
Their Bitcoin to take
He had so many people
Who he could steal from
So many ideas
Sleep would not come

He could steal from the Chinese
He could steal from his bros
He could steal from his own crew
The “Altcoin Pros”
He could steal from strangers
He could steal from friends
He could steal ALL the Bitcoin
For his own Bobbish ends

He started with the Chinese
He took all their dough
They trusted Bob
Hard way to go
Then he told his crew
They would make big stacks
If they supported the ICO
If they had his back

They trusted Bob
What a mistake
All his “bro” talk
Was all fucking fake

He stole from the Chinese
He stole from his bros
In Bobs little Bob world
That’s how it goes

Now it is Christmas
And Bob is alone
He’s got all his bling
He’s on his Bob Throne
He got all the Bitcoin
He won the game
He’s feeling happy
He’s feeling no shame

For the empty pockets
His Bitcoin came from
People are stupid
That’s Bob’s happy hum
People were stupid
To be Bobs friend
To think he would not
Screw them in the end

So Christmas is here
And you guys are broke
Bob’s got your money
And that ain’t no joke.
But you’ll never be lonely
As lonely as Bob
Who screwed all his bros
On his latest con job
It’s the night before Christmas
Good night y’all
Bob’s got yer bitcoin
Bob stole it all