ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Dead Body Man ( in album Terror Wheel) lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen

I present to you, the Terror Wheel

The most horrifying, terrifying

Mystifying ride available to the Dead

Gather round my dead friends

And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales

As told to you by your favorite

Serial killer clown slaughterers

The ICP! (yay!!!)

So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?

Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent

(oooh!)

There, your host Willa B. Rags, will strap you in

And you shal experience, the wheel!

So gather and watch, look and learn

The ways of the Terror Wheel

Oh, look, there goes one now

He's walking in, good luck fella

There he goes, they're locking him into the case

Greetings, I'm Willa B. Rags

Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!

Ahahahahaha!!!

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street

Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least

I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn

I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven

Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven

Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried

I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week

Still gots the finger nail caught in my teeth

Before you start yelling and cursing my name

Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall

Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall

I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck

And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"

He said I was born of an alien race

Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face

But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand

I'm just the dead body man

We got bodies, dead bodies

We got fat ones, skinny ones

Males, females, hermaphrodites

We got somebodies, we got nobodies

Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo!

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van

All the little kiddies love the dead body man

I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell

Some people run cuz they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can

To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man

It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ah

Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin the bass

Chillin with my freaks and I'm picked her face

Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head

Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead

Than a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nut

A dead body bitch learns to keep her mouth shut

Riding in the back is my dead body crew

Only they can never think of nothing to do

If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself

You got dead deer heads up on your shelf

On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand

I'm just the dead body man

We also collect dead bodies

So, if you know any dead people

Or you yourself are planning on dying soon

We'll be happy to come to your house

And pay cash for it

We appreciate good healthy stiff

For our dinner

Woohoo!

Call me the dead body man (some one give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (just mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (won't ya mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man