Jiggle my mutha fucken balls, bitch Insane Clown Posse is 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 living room, I creep, tiptoes 'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of y'all What's that, I better hide quick, oh fuck, it's the real St.Nick And he must've 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, 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 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 ain't got a home So he nibbles on my nut sack and my butt crack, 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 endow 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' bitch, boy, hey, I got a new years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass 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 forthe 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, Southwest down © REAL BEAT MUSIC; ZOMBA SONGS INC; TWISTED HARMONY; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com