1 - Santa's A Fat Bitch (Violent J) Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell ringin bells at the malls Dancer, Prancer, Nixon and Cupid. I'mma get stupid HA HA HA ugh.. I sit around all night under the chimney Holdin' my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's comin', he's comin' he must Looking up nothin but rust, dust Turn on my tv the very next day I see your gettin paid Leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the building Listen to my nine go click Santa's A Fat Bitch (Chorus) Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I ain't get shit If I hear you land on my roof I'mma bust your ass in the tooth (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, I got somethin to say about Saint Nick Fuck that hoe he never brought Shaggs Shit No toys, candy canes just a lump of coal So I eat it cause there ain't nothin 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 you help me out?? Should've known I'd get the short end of the stick No kind of gift I didn't get shit Some say I was bad, but that wasn't it Its all because Santa's a fat bitch (Chorus) Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I ain't get shit If I hear you land on my roof I'mma bust your ass in the tooth Ho, Ho, Ho Dont Go That Way Rudolph Thats The Ghetto Those Boys and Girls Dont Deserve Anything (Violent J) Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been? I see you 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 his sleigh my way Nothin but coal and dirt for little J I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft You need to lose some of that fat ass All the litle rich boys they get paid Countin' them toys and duckets they made Me I got a little half little chunk of dog shit I'mma kill that fat bitch (Chorus) Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I ain't get shit If I hear you land on my roof I'mma bust your ass in the tooth (Shaggy 2 Dope) 'Twas the night before Christmas and everything's whack Not a creature stirrin' but a fuckin' rat I ain't hearin' jingle bells, I ain't hearin' nothin' Ain't smellin' no turkey, sure as hell ain't no stuffing All night I prayed, wished and prayed That fat motherfucker would swing my way And drop off 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 Every year I wake up to the same old shit House empty, no sign of the fat bitch (Chorus repeat until end) Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I ain't get shit If I hear you land on my roof I'mma bust your ass in the tooth 2 - Red Christmas Jingle my muh'fuckin' balls bitch! Insane Clown Posse back in this muthafucka Hey yo, Violent J, what's uuuup!!! (Violent J) 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 Climbed down the chimney for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of Shimme down shimme 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 Anybody Home? I creep Tippy toes cause they asleep I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall I got a gift for all y'all What's That? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real Saint Nick He must've been takin' a shit But regardless, I better move quick So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around and got my damn neck broke He's strapped, he shot, he didn't miss I had a red Christmas I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas The kind Ill never ever get Cause if you have a dead Christmas That means your dead and that's the end Merry merry Christmas you fuckin chump!! Seasons greetings loser! Hey 2 Dope, kick it! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Jack Frost nibbles, huh But fuck that I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes and elbows My nose is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me, a snowman He was down with the clown like a pro, man Had a hat and eyes out of charcoal And a pipe, we filled it with indo Me and him sing songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate corn flakes And we both would freeze our balls off I was there everytime his head falls off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snowpile Then the smog 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' and I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I shuld die, your comin with me Cause we're Boys" And Hit Me Damn Im dyin', I'm dead He got his wish And all's I got was another red Christmas Silent Night Violent Fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year, It seems so whack Happy New Year bitch boy Hey, I got a New Year's resolution for your chicken faced momma, to kiss my muthafuckin' ass ...WOO!! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way Ask your fuckin' mama bitch, The ICP don't play Wicked clown, wicked clown Bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back Just suck my sack And fiddle with my balls 3 - Santa Killas (feat. Mike E Clark and Fink) (Shaggy 2 Dope) It's the holiday season Candy Canes, cookies sprinkle the town Everyone's jolly, happy, and merry The dead sing carols in the cemetary I went up to the mall to meet a Santa Claus Why you wanna meet a Santa Claus?? Just because He's a star and I wanna get his autograph Did you meet the fat bastard?? You don't know the half So I waitin' line with my pad and pen I finally got up to the bitch and he had a grin He said he's been watchin' me and I'm a disgrace So I reach for the nine and shot him in the spine All the kiddies runnin', screamin' and cryin' Santa ain't breathin' I think that he's dyin' He's tryin' to move so I boot him in his grin HA Bitch should've known about the Santa Claus killa (Chorus 2x) Santa Claus I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' The Santa Claus killaz (Mike E. Clark) I'm a Santa Claus killa Bitch what the fuck you know about You know nothin So fuck turkey and stuffin I drink a straight 40 Fuck that shitty egg nog Cause I'm a wicked clown straight up freak dog I gets paid I'm pickin up the G Shit And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit The fat slop doesn't drink my milk So don't come around bitch or get your cap peeled I'm Mike Clark I'm pimpin' through Clark Park In a 1981 Skylark And its dusted, dented and rusted Don't look or get your lips busted Santa Claus won't bring me a BM So I'mma choke that bitch when I see him MC, Detroit big wheeler But on Christmas Eve Im a Santa Claus killa (Fink) It's Christmas Eve Another time to decieve Got another trick up my sleeve He won't leave I just wait Tick-Tock-Ticky Someone told me what the fuck is Saint Nickie Nick, prick North Pole hick Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that? Sounds like Rudolph and the whole clique Its time for some down with the clown G Shit I hear the fat bitch in the chimney Spark up the matches Fire catches And I burn that motherfucker up Wha Wha What The Fuck! Cooked his ass with a crackling sound Watch as the ash comes juggling down I smoke them bones and I get much illa Fink, The Eastside G The Santa Claus killa (Chorus 2x) Santa Claus I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' The Santa Claus killaz (Violent J) One last minute I get's deadly Sit back children Check the medley Its cold out, I could give a fuck less Cause I'm waitin' on a bitch in a red dress A fat bitch with a big white beard Strapped with a big lead pipe I'm geared I hear bells, Jing-a-Ling-Jing-Ling-Ding-a-Ling That's the sound, the dead man here The dead man here when death is near I take my pipe and say fuck it Whip and Lug It Straight to the nugget Out cold in a flash, a dash Then I pushed his ass off the roof and straight jacked the sleigh The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus killa (Chorus 2x) Santa Claus I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' The Santa Claus killaz 4 - He's Coming (After the reverse intro, it says this over and over again, through the entire song) His time is near, he's coming.. (Riddle Box in reverse) Riddlebox...