Insane Clown Posse - Red Christmas lyrics

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 slaughter

Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter

It's midnight, I land my sleigh

Make way for jolly St. J

Climb down the chimny, 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 chimny stack

But I hack, and shimmer on down

Santa Claus Clown

Can't fuck around, now

Livingroom, 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, he 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 indow

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes

He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes

And we both would freeze are 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 dying, I'm dead he got his wish

And all I got was another red christmas

"Sighlent 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 ass mutha

To kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!

Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz

Jingle all the way

Ask your fucken mom 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 ballz

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 your across your

Red ass face mutha fucka, uh

Southwest down