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Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch |
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Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka |
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Hey yo Violent J, whats up? |
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It's Christmas, time for a sadah |
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Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter |
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It's midnight, I land my sleigh |
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Make way for jolly St. J |
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Climb down the chimney, for the murder |
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Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of |
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Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? |
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Somebody help me, I'm stuck |
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Now what to do? |
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I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack |
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But I hack |
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And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown |
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Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep |
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Tiptoe's cuz they asleep |
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I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall |
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I got a gift for all of ya'll |
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What's that? I better hide quick |
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Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick |
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And he musta been taken a shit |
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But regardless, I better move quick, now |
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So I jumped him, Santa's no joke |
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Fucked around got my damn neck broke |
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He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) |
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"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, |
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the kind you'll never have again, |
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cuz if you have a dead Christmas, |
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that means you're dead and that's the end" |
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Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, |
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Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! |
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Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that |
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I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack |
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And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows |
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My nutz is froze |
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Fuck you hoes |
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So I made a friend like me, a snow man |
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He was down with the clown like a blow man |
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Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal |
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And a pipe, we fill it with endo |
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Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes |
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He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes |
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And we both would freeze our ballz off |
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I was there every time his head fallz off |
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I put it back on for him with a smile |
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He was my boy, made from a snow pile |
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Then the storm came, a blizzard |
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Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard |
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We pulled through we hid in an alley |
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The next day it was like sunny valley |
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He was meltin I was just fine |
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He got pissed and pulled out a nine |
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"If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me |
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Damn I'm dyin, I'm dead he got his wish |
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And all I got was another red Christmas |
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"Silent night, Violent fight |
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Now I'm dead |
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One to the head |
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Christmas this year seemed so whack" |
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Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution |
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For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way |
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Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play, |
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hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns |
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bitches drop your drawers |
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Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz |
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Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, |
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Christmas time know what I'm sayin, |
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Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, |
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shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh |
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Southwest down |
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On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me |
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12 dead chicken boys |
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11 stinking bitches |
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10 bigot's dying |
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9 mothers bitching |
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8 crackhead babies |
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7 redneck hoes |
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6 rotting bodies |
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5 cases of FAYGO, hey! |
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4 neden holes |
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3 fat stanks |
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2 splatterd dogs And |
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1 dead Governor E |
