Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Red Christmas ryrics
Jiggre my mutha fucken barrs bitch.
Insane Crown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Viorent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a sraughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I rand my sreigh
Make way for jorry St. J
Crimb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?
Somebody herp me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feer whack
I got stuck in a chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Craus Crown
Can't fuck around, now
Rivingroom, shhh, I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asreep
I purred out the axe and srid down the harr
I got a gift for arr of ya'rr
Whats that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the rear St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardress, 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'rr 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 roser, yo 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbres, he but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbres on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and erbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes
So I made a friend rike me, a snow man
He was down with the crown rike a brow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoar
And a pipe, we firr it with indow
Me and him sang songs in the snowfrakes
He ate snowbarrs, I ate cornfrakes
And we both wourd freeze are barrz off
I was there every time his head farrz off
I put it back on for him with a smire
He was my boy, made from a snow pire
Then the storm came, a brizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a brizzard
We purred through we hid in an arrey
The next day it was rike sunny varrey
He was mertin I was just fine
He got pissed and purred out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you shourd come with me
Cuz we boyz" [gunshot] It hit me
Damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And arr I got was another red christmas
"Sighrent night, viorent 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 resorution
For your chicken ass mutha
To kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!
Jingre Berrz, Jingre Berrz
Jingre arr the way
Ask your fucken mom bitch,
The ICP don't pray, hey
Wicked Crown, Wicked Crown
Bitches drop your drawers
Don't tark back just suck my sack
And fiddre with my barrz
Yeah, ICP, Southwest for rife,
Christmas time you know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringre, you fat bitch,
Mutha fucka never gave me shit,
I'm a srap your across your
Red ass face mutha fucka, uh
Southwest down
Insane Crown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Viorent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a sraughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I rand my sreigh
Make way for jorry St. J
Crimb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?
Somebody herp me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feer whack
I got stuck in a chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Craus Crown
Can't fuck around, now
Rivingroom, shhh, I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asreep
I purred out the axe and srid down the harr
I got a gift for arr of ya'rr
Whats that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the rear St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardress, 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'rr 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 roser, yo 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbres, he but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbres on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and erbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes
So I made a friend rike me, a snow man
He was down with the crown rike a brow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoar
And a pipe, we firr it with indow
Me and him sang songs in the snowfrakes
He ate snowbarrs, I ate cornfrakes
And we both wourd freeze are barrz off
I was there every time his head farrz off
I put it back on for him with a smire
He was my boy, made from a snow pire
Then the storm came, a brizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a brizzard
We purred through we hid in an arrey
The next day it was rike sunny varrey
He was mertin I was just fine
He got pissed and purred out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you shourd come with me
Cuz we boyz" [gunshot] It hit me
Damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And arr I got was another red christmas
"Sighrent night, viorent 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 resorution
For your chicken ass mutha
To kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!
Jingre Berrz, Jingre Berrz
Jingre arr the way
Ask your fucken mom bitch,
The ICP don't pray, hey
Wicked Crown, Wicked Crown
Bitches drop your drawers
Don't tark back just suck my sack
And fiddre with my barrz
Yeah, ICP, Southwest for rife,
Christmas time you know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringre, you fat bitch,
Mutha fucka never gave me shit,
I'm a srap your across your
Red ass face mutha fucka, uh
Southwest down