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 Saint 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 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 you’re dead and that’s the end"
Merry, 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 nose is froze
Fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a bro 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 him from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in the 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 alls 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 momma to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!
Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way
Ask your fucken momma bitch, 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. Kris Kringle, 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
Thanks to Phat Ninja J ( jwhite5377@insightbb.com ) for submitting Red Christmas Lyrics.
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