Carnival Christmas
Santa's a Fat Bitch
Santa Claus, suck my balls
Drunk as hell, ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Nixon, and Cupid
I'm a get stupid
Hahaha...uhh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holdin' my sac like gimme gimme
I know that's he's coming, he's coming, he must
Lookin up nothing but rust, dust
Turned on my TV the very next day
I see you getting paid, leading the parade
I'm that sniper on the building
Listen to my 9 go click
Santa's a fat bitch!
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat fxcker)
Another year and I ain't get shxt (Another year, I ain't get shxt)
If I hear him land on my roof (Oooh, my undertaker)
I'm gonna bust your ass in the tooth
Yeah, I got something to say about Saint Nick
Fxck that hoe
He never brought jack shxt
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal
So I eat it, cause there ain't nothing in the cupboard
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
All I need for christmas is my two front teeth
I got mine kicked, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could ya help me out?
Should of known I get the short end of the stick
No kind of gift, I didn't get shxt
Some say I was bad, but that wasn't it
It's all because
Santa was a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (He's gonna fxck you and then your mom)
Another year and I ain't get shxt (Another year, I ain't get shxt)
If I hear him land on my roof (Big red bitch, you're gonna die)
I'm gonna bust your ass in the tooth
Ho Ho Ho
Don't go that way, Rudolph
That's the ghetto
Those boys and girls don't deserve anything
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where ya been?
I see ya got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friends
But Rudolph he don't bring the sleigh my way
Nothing but coal and dirt for little J
I guess ya couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to lose some of that fat ass, uhh
All the little rich boys, they get paid
Counting their toys and ducats they made
Me, I got a little half little chunk of dog shxt
I'm a kill that fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Too much McDonalds)
Another year and I ain't get shxt (Mrs. Claus eat my balls)
If I hear him land on my roof (Fat dead bitch in a big red coat)
I'm gonna bust your ass in the tooth
Twas the night before Christmas and everything's wack
Not a creature stirring but a fxcking rat
I ain't hearing Jingle Bells
I ain't hearing nothing
Ain't smelling no turkey
Sure as hell ain't no stuffing
All night I prayed, wished and prayed
This fat motherfxcker would swing my way
And drop of soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Yep, yep, I knew it
The shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shxt
House, and be no sign of the fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shxt (Another year, I ain't get shxt)
If I hear him land on my roof (If I hear him land on my roof)
I'm gonna bust your ass in the tooth
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shxt (I ain't get shxt)
If I hear him land on my roof (Woohoohoohoohoo)
I'm a bust your ass in the tooth
He got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile
A bright red hat you can see for a mile
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin
Here comes Santa Claus again
Red Christmas - 4:28
Jingle my motherfxcking balls, bitch
Insane Clown Posse back in this motherfxcker
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 Saint J
Climb down the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of
Shimmey down shimmey down what the fxck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do, I feel wack
I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I have to shimmey on down
Santa Claus Clown can't fxck around, naww
Living room, shhh I creep
Tippy toes cause they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I gotta gift for all y'all
What's that, I better hide quick
Oh fxck, it's the real Saint Nick
And he must've been taking a shxt
But regardless, I better move quick now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
fxcked around and got my damn neck broke
He's strapped, he shot, he didn't miss
Ho ho ho, I had a red Christmas
I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas
The kind you'll never ever get
Cause if you have a dead Christmas
That means you're dead and that's the end
Merry, merry Christmas, you fxckin chump
Season's greetings, loser
Yo, 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbles, huh, but fxck dat
Ain't gotta home so he nibbles on my nut sac
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nose is froze, fxck you hoes
So, I made a friend like me, a snowman
He was down with the clown like a bro, man
Had a hat and eyes out of charcoal
And a pipe, we filled it with endo
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate corn flakes
And we both would freeze our balls off
I was there every time his head falls off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made him from a snowpile
Then the storm came, huh 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 p|ssed and pulled out a nine
If I'ma die, you should come with me
Cause we're boys and hit me
Damn, I'm dying, I'm dead
He got his wish
And all I got is another red Christmas
Silent night, violent fight
Now I'm dead, one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so wack
Happy New Year, bitchboy
Eh, I gotta New Year's resolution
For your chicken faced momma to
Kiss my motherfxcking ass
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Ask your fxckin momma, bitch
The ICP don't play
Wicked clown, wicked clown
Bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back, just suck my sac
And fiddle with my balls
Yeah, ICP
Southwest for life
Christmas time, ya know what I'm sayin
Mr. Kris Kringle
You fat bitch
Motherfxcker, never gave me shxt
I'm a slap you cross you red ass face, motherfxcker
Southwest down
