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Insane Clown Posse
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Red Christmas
作词:Joseph Bruce, Mike Clark
Jiggle my muthafuckin' balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this muthafucka 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 chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's 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 chimney stack But I hack and shimmer on down Santa Claus clown Can't fuck around now Living room, shh, I creep Tippy toes 'cuz they asleep I pulled out the axe 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 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 Ho, ho, ho I had a red Christmas
I'm dreamin' 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
Merry, Merry Christmas, you fuckin' chump Season's greetings loser, yo to dope kick it
Jack frost nibbles, he but fuck that I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nut sack 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 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' 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 Year's resolution For your chicken ass mutha To kiss my muthafuckin' ass, woo
Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz Jingle all the way Ask your fuckin' moma 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 Muthafucka never gave me shit I'm a slap your across your Red ass face muthafucka, uh Southwest down
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