Insane Clown Posse - Dead Body Man Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemenI present to you, the terror wheelThe most horrifying, terrifyingMystifying ride available to the deadGather round my dead friendsAnd witness the bizarre, horrid dictalesAs told to you by your favoriteSerial killer clown slaughterersThe 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 inAnd you shal experience, the wheel!So gather and watch, look and learnThe ways of the terror wheelOh, look, there goes one nowHe's walking in, good luck fellaThere he goes, they're locking him into the caseGreetings, i'm willa b. ragsPrepare for your first stop, the dead body man!Ahahahahaha!!!Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the streetFifty-five, sixty-five bodies at leastI hang with the stiffs till the break of dawnI'm always finding bodies when i'm mowing the lawnDrag em in the house, throw em in the ovenWicked clown lovin that dead body glovenTastes like chicken finger lickin deep friedI ate a dead body, but don't tell, i liedI just ate my first dead body last weekStill gots the finger nail caught in my teethBefore you start yelling and cursing my nameRemember something's wrong with my brain, insaneSecond i was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wallKicked open the door and he whipped me down the hallI'm sliding and i'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puckAnd my mother's like "what the *****?!"He said i was born of an alien raceBorn with a hatchet and a juggalo faceBut i'm not a martian, you wouldn't understandI'm just the dead body manWe got bodies, dead bodiesWe got fat ones, skinny onesMales, females, hermaphroditesWe got somebodies, we got nobodiesBodies, bodies, bodies, woo!Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my vanAll the little kiddies love the dead body manI drive through my neighborhood ringing my bellSome people run cuz they don't like the smellOthers line up just as quick as they canTo try and catch a glimpse of the dead body manIt's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ahJust don't look in the trunkI drive down central kickin the bassChillin with my freaks and i'm picked her faceMaggots and bugs like to crawl on her headCuz my ***** is dead, i'd rather that insteadThan a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nutA dead body ***** learns to keep her mouth shutRiding in the back is my dead body crewOnly they can never think of nothing to doIf you think i'm sick take a look at yourselfYou got dead deer heads up on your shelfOn your key chain is a little baby rabbit's handI'm just the dead body manWe also collect dead bodiesSo, if you know any dead peopleOr you yourself are planning on dying soonWe'll be happy to come to your houseAnd pay cash for itWe appreciate good healthy stiffFor our dinnerWoohoo!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
