Artist: Insane Clown Posse Album: A Carnival Christmas EP (1994) Title: Red Christmas
Lyrics Red ChristmasJingle my muh'fuckin' balls bitch! Insane Clown Posse back in this muthafucka Hey yo, Violent J, what's uuuup!!!
(Violent J) 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 Climbed down the chimney for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of Shimme down shimme 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 Anybody Home? I creep Tippy toes cause they asleep I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall I got a gift for all y'all What's That? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real Saint Nick He must've been takin' a shit But regardless, I better move quick So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around and got my damn neck broke He's strapped, he shot, he didn't miss I had a red Christmas
I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas The kind Ill never ever get Cause if you have a dead Christmas That means your dead and that's the end
Merry merry Christmas you fuckin chump!! Seasons greetings loser! Hey 2 Dope, kick it!
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Jack Frost nibbles, huh 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 snowman He was down with the clown like a pro, man Had a hat and eyes out of charcoal And a pipe, we filled it with indo Me and him sing songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate corn flakes And we both would freeze our balls off I was there everytime his head falls off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snowpile Then the smog 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 shuld die, your comin with me Cause we're Boys" And Hit Me Damn Im dyin', I'm dead He got his wish And all's I got was another red Christmas
Silent Night Violent Fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year, It seems so whack
Happy New Year bitch boy Hey, I got a New Year's resolution for your chicken faced momma, to kiss my muthafuckin' ass ...WOO!!
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way Ask your fuckin' mama bitch, The ICP don't play Wicked clown, wicked clown Bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back Just suck my sack And fiddle with my balls |