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 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 dying, I'm dead he got his wish  And all I got was another red christmas    "Sighlent 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, Woo!    Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz  Jingle all the way  Ask your fucken mom 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,  Mutha fucka never gave me shit,  I'm a slap your across your  Red ass face mutha fucka, uh  Southwest down