Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Dead Body Man Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Dead Body Man lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Dead Body Man

 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