The Dead Body Man Lyrics

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 clown slaughterers, the ICP!! So who will be brave enough to step into this ride? Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent. There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you in and you shall 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 cage.
Greetings, I'm Willaby Rags. Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man! Ahahaha!

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 grubbin'
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 got the fingernail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursin' my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain
Insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors 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 a 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, whoo!

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 cause 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, uh, just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin' the bass
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cause my bitch is dead
I'd rather that instead
Of a ho you can't trust, always diggin' a nut
A dead body bitch learn 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 keychain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just a 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 stiffs for our dinner. Woohoo!

Call me the dead body man
Someone 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