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Red Christmas
作詞：Joseph Bruce, Mike Clark
Jiggle my muthafuckin' balls bitch
Insane Clown Posse back in this muthafucka
Hey yo violent J, what's 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 everyone's 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, shh, I creep
Tippy toes 'cuz they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of y'all
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, he shot, he didn't miss
Ho, ho, ho
I had a red Christmas
I'm dreamin' 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
Season's greetings loser, yo to dope kick it
Jack frost nibbles, he but fuck that
I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nut sack
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
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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 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' 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 Year's resolution
For your chicken ass mutha
To kiss my muthafuckin' ass, woo
Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz
Jingle all the way
Ask your fuckin' moma 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
Muthafucka never gave me shit
I'm a slap your across your
Red ass face muthafucka, uh
Southwest down
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