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