时间：1994-12-06
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Red Christmas (Explicit) - Insane Clown Posse/Joseph Bruce/Joseph Utsler
Jingle my mutha f**ken balls b**ch
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha f**ka
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 St. J
Climb down the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down shimy down what the f**k
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 f**k around now
Living room shhh I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
Whats that I better hide quick
Oh f**k it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a sh*t
But regardless I better move quick now
So I jumped him Santa's no joke
F**ked around got my damn neck broke
He strap he shot he didn't miss
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 your dead and thats the end
Merry Merry Christmas you f**king chump
Seasons greetings loser yo 2 D**e kick it
Jack Frost nibbles ha but f**k that
I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack toes and elbows
My nose is froze f**k you hoes
So I made a friend like me a snow man
He was down with the clown like a pro man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe we fill it with indo
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 melting 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 b**ch boy
Hey I got a New Years resolution
For your chicken face mother
To kiss my motherf**kin' a** woo
Jingle Bells Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Ask your f**kin' mommma b**ch
The ICP don't play hey
Wicked Clown Wicked Clown
B**ches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack
And fiddle with my balls
Yeah ICP Southwest for life
Christmas time you know what I'm sayin'
Mr. Chris Cringle you fat b**ch
Mutha f**ka never gave me sh*t
I'm a slap you across your
Red a** face mutha f**ka uh
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 dead chicken boys
11 stinking b**ches
10 bigot's dying
9 mothers *****ing
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
