Red Christmas

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