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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Volume 1 & 2 Red Christmas Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah 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 Shimmy down, shimmy 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 Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax 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, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming 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" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I aint 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 endo 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 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" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dyin, 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 I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 9 mothers bitching 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 |
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