Dead Body Man (Original)

Ladies and gentlemenI present to you, the Terror WheelThe most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying rideAvailable to the deadGather round my dead friendsAnd witness the bizarre, horrid dictalesAs told to you by your favoriteSerial clown slaughterers the ICPSo who will be brave enough to step into this ride?Just follow the trail of blood into the red tentThere your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you inAnd you shall 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 cageGreetings, I'm Willaby RagsPrepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!Ahahaha!Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the streetFifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleastI 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 grubbinTastes like chicken finger lickin deep friedI ate a dead body, but don't tell, I liedI just ate my first dead body last weekStill got the finger nail caught in my teethBefore you start yelling and cursin my nameRemember something's wrong with my brain, insaneSecond I was born, doctor threw me against the wallKicked open the doors 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 fuck?!"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 a dead body manWe got bodies, dead bodiesWe got fat ones, skinny onesMales, females, hermaphroditesWe got somebodies, we got nobodiesBodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!(Chorus)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 manDead 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 cause 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 uhJust don't look in the trunkI drive down Central kickin the bassChillin with my freaks and I'm pickin her faceMaggots and bugs like to crawl on her headCause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that insteadOf a hoe you can't trust, always diggin a nutA dead body bitch learn 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 house, and pay cash for itWe appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinnerWoohoo!(Chorus)