Представляем точный текст композиции "Red Christmas" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Red Christmas» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Red Christmas"
Lyrics to Red Christmas : Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch. Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up' Its Christmas, time for a slaughter Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter Its 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, Im 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 Cant 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 yall Whats that' I better hide quick Oh fuck, its the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him, Santas no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, he shot, he didnt miss [Gunshots and ho ho ho] I had a red christmas "Im dreaming of a dead Christmas, The kind youll 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 Im gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" [gunshot] It hit me Damn Im dying, Im dead he got his wish And all I got was another red christmas "Sighlent night, violent fight Now Im 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 dont play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown Bitches drop your drawers Dont talk back just suck my sack And fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time you know what Im sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, Mutha fucka never gave me shit, Im a slap your across your Red ass face mutha fucka, uh Southwest down [ Red Christmas Lyrics ]
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