Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Terror Wheel
The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride available to the dead
Gather around my dead friends and witness the bizarre
Horrific tales 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
Willoughby 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 Willoughby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
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 them in the house, throw them in the oven
Wicked clown loving that dead body grubbing
Tastes like chicken finger licking 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 cursing 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
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 kicking the bass
Chilling with my freaks and I'm picking her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
'Cause my bitch is dead I'd rather that instead
Of a hoe you can't trust, always digging 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
Call me the dead body man
Someone gave them to me
Call me the dead body man
Just sell them to me
Call me the dead body man
You can mail them to me
Call me the dead body man
Br-bring them to me
Call me the dead body man
Won't ya give them to me
Call me the dead body man
You can sell them to me
Call me the dead body man
Just mail them to me
Call me the dead body man
Br-bring them to me
Call me the dead body man
You can give them to me
Call me the dead body man
You can sell them to me
Call me the dead body man
Won't ya mail them to me?
Call me the dead body man
You can bring them to me
Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man

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