Red Christmas lyrics

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Jingle my mutha f*cken balls b*tch
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha f*cka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?!

[Verse 1: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope]
It's Christmas, time for a slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly Saint J
Climb down the chimney, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of
Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the f*ck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feel wack
I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown can't f*ck around, now
Living room, 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
Whats that? I better hide quick
Oh f*ck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been takin' a sh*t
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
f*cked around got my damn neck broke
He's strapped, he shot, he didn't miss
*Gunshots* Ho! Ho! Ho! I had a red Christmas
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
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 thats the end

[Post-Chorus: Violent J]
"Merry, merry Christmas you f*ckin' chump! Seasons greetings, loser! Yo, 2 Dope, kick it!"

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J]
Jack Frost nibbles, ha! but f*ck that
I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nose is froze, f*ck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a bro, man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we filled it with Endo
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze our balls off
I was there every time his head falls off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made him from a snow pile
Then the storm came, huh, 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' and I was just fine
He got p*ssed and pulled out a nine
"If I'ma die you should come with me
'Cause we're boys" *Gunshot* It hit me
Damn, I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And alls I got is another Red Christmas
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Silent night, violent fight
Now I'm dead, one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so wack

[Post-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Happy New Year, b*tch boy! Hey, I got a New Years resolution for your chicken face mother to kiss my motherf*ckin' ass, Woo!"

[Chorus: Insane Clown Posse]
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, jingle all the way
Ask your f*ckin' mama, b*tch, the ICP don't play
Wicked clown, wicked clown, b*tches, drop your drawers
Don't talk back, just suck my sack and fiddle with my balls

[Post-Chorus: Violent J]
"Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life. Christmas time you know what I'm sayin'? Mr. Kris Kringle, you fat b*tch, motherf*cker never gave me sh*t. I'm a slap you across your red-ass face motherf*cker, uh! Southwest down"

[Skit]
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Twelve dead chicken boys
Eleven stanky b*tches
Ten bigots dying
Nine mothers b*tching
Eight crackhead babies
Seven red neck hoes
Six rotting bodies
Five cases of Faygo (Hey)
Four neden holes
Three fat stanks
Two splattered doves
And one dead Governor E