Red Christmas
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
