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 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 
11 stinking bitches 
10 bigot's dying 
9 mothers bitching 
8 crackhead babies 
7 redneck hoes 
6 rotting bodies 
5 cases of FAYGO, hey! 
4 neden holes 
3 fat stanks 
2 splatterd dogs And 
1 dead Governor E