ICP: Red christmas

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch.Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fuckaHey yo Violent J, whats up?Its Christmas, time for a slaughterMaybe your wife, maybe your daughterIts midnight, I land my sleighMake way for jolly St. JClimb down the chimny, for the murderDressed as the fat man everyones heard ofShimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?Somebody help me, Im stuckNow what to do? I feel whackI got stuck in a chimny stackBut I hack, and shimmer on downSanta Claus ClownCant fuck around, nowLivingroom, shhh, I creepTippy toes cuz they asleepI pulled out the axe and slid down the hallI got a gift for all of yallWhats that? I better hide quickOh fuck, its the real St. NickAnd he musta been taken a shitBut regardless, I better move quick, nowSo I jumped him, Santas no jokeFucked around got my damn neck brokeHe strap, he shot, he didnt miss[Gunshots and ho ho ho]I had a red christmasIm dreaming of a dead Christmas,The kind youll never have againCuz if you have a dead Christmas,That means your dead and thats the endMerry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump,Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it!Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck thatI aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsackAnd my buttcrack, toes, and elbowsMy nutz is froze, fuck you hoesSo I made a friend like me, a snow manHe was down with the clown like a blow manHad a hat and eyes outta charcoalAnd a pipe, we fill it with indowMe and him sang songs in the snowflakesHe ate snowballs, I ate cornflakesAnd we both would freeze are ballz offI was there every time his head fallz offI put it back on for him with a smileHe was my boy, made from a snow pileThen the storm came, a blizzardSnow, wind, ice, a blizzardWe pulled through we hid in an alleyThe next day it was like sunny valleyHe was meltin I was just fineHe got pissed and pulled out a nineIf Im gonna die you should come with meCuz we boyz [gunshot] It hit meDamn Im dying, Im dead he got his wishAnd all I got was another red christmasSighlent night, violent fightNow Im dead, one to the headChristmas this year seemed so whackHappy New Year bitch boyHey, I got a New Years resolutionFor your chicken ass muthaTo kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!Jingle Bellz, Jingle BellzJingle all the wayAsk your fucken mom bitch,The ICP dont play, heyWicked Clown, Wicked ClownBitches drop your drawersDont talk back just suck my sackAnd fiddle with my ballzYeah, ICP, Southwest for life,Christmas time you know what Im sayin,Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch,Mutha fucka never gave me shit,Im a slap your across yourRed ass face mutha fucka, uhSouthwest down