Testo Red Christmas – ICP Insane Clown Posse

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Testo della canzone Red Christmas degli ICP Insane Clown Posse
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 slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It’s midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones 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 chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown
Can’t fuck around, now
Livingroom, 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 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
[Gunshots and 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 fuckin chump,
Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbles, he 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 indow
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze are ballz off
I was there every time his head f

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