| Ladies and gentlemen
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| I present to you, the Terror Wheel
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| The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride
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| Available to the dead
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| Gather round my dead friends
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| And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales
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| As told to you by your favorite
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| Serial clown slaughterers the ICP
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| So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?
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| Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent
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| There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you in And you shall experience, the wheel!
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| So gather and watch, look and learn
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| The ways of the Terror Wheel
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| Oh look, there goes one now
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| He’s walking in, good luck fella
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| There he goes, they’re locking him into the cage
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| Greetings, I’m Willaby Rags
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| Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
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| Ahahaha!
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| Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
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| Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast
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| I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
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| I’m always finding bodies when I’m mowing the lawn
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| Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
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| Wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin
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| Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
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| I ate a dead body, but don’t tell, I lied
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| I just ate my first dead body last week
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| Still got the finger nail caught in my teeth
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| Before you start yelling and cursin my name
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| Remember something’s wrong with my brain, insane
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| Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
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| Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
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| I’m sliding and I’m bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
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| And my mother’s like «What the fuck?!»
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| He said I was born of an alien race
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| Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
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| But I’m not a martian, you wouldn’t understand
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| I’m just a dead body man
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| We got bodies, dead bodies
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| We got fat ones, skinny ones
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| Males, females, hermaphrodites
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| We got somebodies, we got nobodies
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| Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!
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| Call me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (Won't ya mail 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
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| Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man
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| Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
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| All the little kiddies love the dead body man
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| I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
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| Some people run cause they don’t like the smell
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| Others line up just as quick as they can
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| To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man
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| It’s all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh Just don’t look in the trunk
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| I drive down Central kickin the bass
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| Chillin with my freaks and I’m pickin her face
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| Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
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| Cause my bitch is dead, I’d rather that instead
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| Of a hoe you can’t trust, always diggin a nut
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| A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
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| Riding in the back is my dead body crew
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| Only they can never think of nothing to do If you think I’m sick take a look at yourself
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| You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
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| On your key chain is a little baby rabbit’s hand
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| I’m just the dead body man
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| We also collect dead bodies
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| So, if you know any dead people
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| Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
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| We’ll be happy to come to your house, and pay cash for it We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner
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| Woohoo! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dead Body Man, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Old Shit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп