Red Christmas Lyrics - Forgotten Freshness - Insane Clown Posse

Jiggle my mutha fuckin' balls bitch. 

Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka 

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 chimny, for the murder 

Dressed as the fat man everyones 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 chimny stack 

But I hack, and shimmer on down 

Santa Claus Clown 

Can't fuck around, now 

Livingroom, shhh, I creep 

Tippy toes 'cause they asleep 

I pulled out the axe 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, he 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 

'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, yo 2 Dope kick it! 

Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that 

I ain't 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 indow 

Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes 

He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes 

And we both would freeze are 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 

'cause we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me 

Damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish 

And all I got was another red christmas 

"Sighlent 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 ass mutha 

To kiss my mutha fuckin' ass, Woo! 

Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz 

Jingle all the way 

Ask your fuckin' mom 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, 

Mutha fucka never gave me shit, 

I'm a slap your across your 

Red ass face mutha fucka, uh 

Southwest down