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Insane Clown Posse Terror Wheel EP Dead Body Man ( in album Terror Wheel) 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 |
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