Founded in Detroit in 1989, Insane Clown Posse performs a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. Originally known as JJ Boyz and Inner City Posse, the group introduced supernatural- and horror-themed lyrics as a means of distinguishing itself stylistically. The duo founded the independent record label Psychopathic Records with Alex Abbiss as manager, and produced and starred in the feature films Big Money Hustlas and Big Money Rustlas. They formed their own professional wrestling promotion, Juggalo Championship Wrestling, and later collaborated with many hip hop and rock musicians.
The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, a metaphoric limbo in which the lives of the dead are judged by one of several entities. The Dark Carnival is elaborated through a series of stories called Joker's Cards, each of which offers a specific lesson designed to change the "evil ways" of listeners before "the end consumes us all". The original lineup of Insane Clown Posse was John Utsler (John Kickjazz), Joe Bruce (Violent J) and Joey Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope). John Utsler left before Carnival of Carnage was released in 1992.
Insane Clown Posse's performance style is often described as horrorcore hip hop, which "utilize shocking (and blatantly over-the-top) narratives to give an over-exaggerated, almost cartoon-like version of urban deprivation in Detroit", according to author Sara Cohen. Bruce and Utsler describe many of their lyrics as being tongue-in-cheek. The group's early work features a raw, minimalistic sound, which later evolved into a more rock-oriented style. The group's lyrics serve as morality tales, with songs focusing on subjects such as cannibalism, murder and necrophilia. Insane Clown Posse's debut album, Carnival of Carnage, features a politically-oriented focus, criticizing elitism and prejudice against those who live in the ghetto, while the album's liner notes criticize the Gulf War. The group's lyrics have opposed racism, bigotry, domestic violence, and child abuse.
Insane Clown Posse has covered songs by Geto Boys, Sly Fox, and Above the Law. Bruce and Utsler refer to Ice Cube, Awesome Dre, Geto Boys, and Esham as influences on their own music, while Bruce has expressed admiration for Gong, Pearl Jam, and Michael Jackson. Mike E. Clark's production for the group incorporates elements such as "carnival organ riffs, power chords and shotgun blasts...banjolike plucking and Van Halen-esque guitar squeals", while Bruce and Utsler sometimes alternate between rapping and screaming. Bruce has credited pop music as an influence on some of the group's material, even terming the music "Wicked Pop". Bruce has also stated "We do our own genre of music". In his review of The Tempest, Allmusic's David Jeffries writes that Bruce and Utsler "[rap] in a carnival barker fashion that fits with their circus motif, their Insane Clown disguises, and Mike E. Clark's big top-inspired production." Insane Clown Posse has influenced similar acts, such as Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie and Boondox.
Santa is a fat bitch
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling
Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
Holdin' my sack like "gimme gimme"
I know that he's commin', he's commin' he must
Lookin' up nothin' but rust, dust.
Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin' payed
Leadin' the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin'
Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat bitch
[Chorus]
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Oh my undertaker)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
Yeah I got somethin' to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, 'cause there ain't nothin' in the cupboards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
All's I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch
[Chorus]
"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf that's the ghetto.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
(Background:) Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses
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 friend
But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
Countin the toys and duckets they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch
[Chorus]
For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack
Not a creature sturrin' 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 stuffin'
All that I payed, wished and prayed
That fat motherfucker would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit, house
There be no sign of the fat bitch
[Chorus: x2]
"He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,
A bright red hat you can see for a mile,
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
Here comes Santa Claus again."
In Insane Clown Posse's song "Santa is a fat bitch," the songwriters express their disdain for Santa Claus, claiming that he is lazy, overweight, and provides no gifts to those on the naughty list. The song is full of vulgar language and vivid imagery that depicts Santa claus as a drunk and an unkind character. The song begins with sleigh bells jingling and a repetitive verse that highlights the horses pulling Santa's sleigh. The song then takes a turn with lyrics like "Santa Claus suck my balls" and "No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal." They even go as far as to say that they will "kill that fat bitch" if he doesn't bring them gifts.
The song lyrics express frustration with Santa Claus for not bringing them any gifts or just a lump of coal. They paint Santa as a fat drunkard who doesn't care about the children on the naughty list, and as a result, the songwriters express their desire to harm Santa if he doesn't bring them gifts. The songwriters also express their frustration with the holiday season in general, painting a picture of a miserable and hopeless holiday. The song might be seen as a commentary on the commercialization of Christmas and the place that Santa Claus occupies in Christmas mythology.
Line by Line Meaning
Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
The sound of sleigh bells ringing
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
The sound of horses galloping
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling
The sound of sleigh bells ringing again
Santa Claus suck my balls
The singer is calling Santa Claus out for not giving him any presents
Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls
Santa Claus is probably drunk and not doing his job properly
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
The names of Santa's reindeer
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
The singer is going to get crazy and have fun
I sat around all night under the chimney
The singer stayed up all night waiting for Santa Claus
Holdin' my sack like 'gimme gimme'
The singer is eager for presents
I know that he's commin', he's commin' he must
The singer is sure Santa Claus is coming
Lookin' up nothin' but rust, dust.
The chimney is dirty and old
Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin' payed
The singer is angry that Santa Claus gets paid for not giving him any presents
Leadin' the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin'
The singer wants to shoot Santa Claus
Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat bitch
The singer wants to kill Santa Claus
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
The singer dislikes Santa Claus
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
The singer really dislikes Santa Claus
Another year and I ain't get shit
The singer is disappointed that he didn't get any presents
(Another year I ain't get shit)
The singer is still disappointed
If I hear him land on my roof
The singer is hoping to catch Santa Claus in the act
(Oh my undertaker)
The singer is threatening Santa Claus
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
The singer is going to hurt Santa Claus
Yeah I got somethin' to say about St. Nick
The singer wants to complain about Santa Claus
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit
The singer is angry that he never received any presents
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
The singer got nothing but a piece of coal
So I eat it, 'cause there ain't nothin' in the cupboards
The singer is so poor that he has to eat coal
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
The singer is going to make his complaint short and to the point
All's I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
The singer only wants to have his teeth back
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
The singer lost his teeth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
The singer wants Santa Claus to help him get new teeth
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
The singer knew he wouldn't get anything good for Christmas
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
The singer received nothing for Christmas
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
The singer thinks he wasn't bad enough to deserve nothing
It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch
The singer blames Santa Claus for not giving him anything
Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
The singer is asking where Santa Claus is
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
The singer sees evidence that Santa Claus has been there
I guess you had time to collect your ends
The singer thinks Santa Claus is only interested in rich children
You always been down for your rich friend
The singer thinks Santa Claus only cares about rich children
But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way
The singer's reindeer didn't come
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
The singer only got coal
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
The singer thinks Santa Claus didn't come because he is too fat
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
The singer thinks Santa Claus needs to lose weight
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
The singer is angry that rich children get more presents
Countin the toys and duckets they made
The rich children are counting their presents and money
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
The singer got nothing good
I'm a kill that fat bitch
The singer wants to kill Santa Claus
For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack
Christmas is disappointing for the whole neighborhood
Not a creature sturrin' but a fuckin' rat
There is no excitement for Christmas
I ain't hearin' jingle bells I ain't hearin' nothin'
The singer can't hear anything festive
Ain't smellin' no turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffin'
There is no good food for Christmas
All that I payed, wished and prayed
The singer paid, wished, and prayed for Christmas
That fat motherfucker would swing my way
The singer wants Santa Claus to come to his house
Drop off soldiers and rubber balls
The singer wants presents
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
The singer got nothing good for Christmas
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
The singer knew he wouldn't get anything good for Christmas
Every year I wake up to the same old shit, house
Every year is disappointing for the singer
There be no sign of the fat bitch
Santa Claus never comes
He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,
Santa Claus is a jolly old man
A bright red hat you can see for a mile,
Santa Claus is easily recognizable
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
Santa Claus usually has lots of presents and is happy
Here comes Santa Claus again.
Santa Claus is coming again.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, MIKE E. CLARK
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