Red Christmas

Jingle 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 slaughter 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 everyones heard of Shimy down, shimy 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 Living room, shhh, I creep Tippy toes cuz they asleep I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll Whats 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, he shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) I had a red Christmas "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas The kind you'll never have again Cuz if you have a dead Christmas That means your dead and thats the end" Merry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump! Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha! but fuck that I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nose is froze, fuck you hoes! So I made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a pro man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with indo 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 and 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 dying, 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 Hey, I got a New Years resolution For your chicken face mother To kiss my motherfuckin' ass, Woo! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way Ask your fuckin' mommma bitch The ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown Bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack And fiddle with my balls Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life Christmas time you know what I'm sayin' Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch Mutha fucka never gave me shit I'm a slap you across your Red ass face mutha fucka, uh! Southwest down