ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Red Christmas lyrics

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Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch

Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka

Hey yo Violent J, whats up?

It's Christmas, time for a sadah

Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter

It's midnight, I land my sleigh

Make way for jolly St. J

Climb down the chimney, for the murder

Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of

Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck?

Somebody help me, I'm stuck

Now what to do?

I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack

But I hack

And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown

Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep

Tiptoe's cuz they asleep

I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall

I got a gift for all of ya'll

What's that? I better hide quick

Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick

And he musta been taken a shit

But regardless, I better move quick, now

So I jumped him, Santa's no joke

Fucked around got my damn neck broke

He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho)

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas,

the kind you'll never have again,

cuz if you have a dead Christmas,

that means you're dead and that's the end"

Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump,

Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it!

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that

I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack

And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows

My nutz is froze

Fuck you hoes

So I made a friend like me, a snow man

He was down with the clown like a blow man

Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal

And a pipe, we fill it with endo

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes

He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes

And we both would freeze our ballz off

I was there every time his head fallz off

I put it back on for him with a smile

He was my boy, made from a snow pile

Then the storm came, a blizzard

Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard

We pulled through we hid in an alley

The next day it was like sunny valley

He was meltin I was just fine

He got pissed and pulled out a nine

"If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me

Damn I'm dyin, I'm dead he got his wish

And all I got was another red Christmas

"Silent night, Violent fight

Now I'm dead

One to the head

Christmas this year seemed so whack"

Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution

For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way

Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play,

hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns

bitches drop your drawers

Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz

Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,

Christmas time know what I'm sayin,

Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came,

shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh

Southwest down

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me

12 dead chicken boys

11 stinking bitches

10 bigot's dying

9 mothers bitching

8 crackhead babies

7 redneck hoes

6 rotting bodies

5 cases of FAYGO, hey!

4 neden holes

3 fat stanks

2 splatterd dogs And

1 dead Governor E