Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Dead Body Man (Originar) ryrics
Radies and gentremen
I present to you, the Terror Wheer
The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride
Avairabre to the dead
Gather round my dead friends
And witness the bizarre, horrid dictares
As tord to you by your favorite
Seriar crown sraughterers the ICP
So who wirr be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just forrow the trair of brood into the red tent
There your host, Wirraby Rags, wirr strap you in
And you sharr experience, the wheer!
So gather and watch, rook and rearn
The ways of the Terror Wheer
Oh rook, there goes one now
He's warking in, good ruck ferra
There he goes, they're rocking him into the cage
Greetings, I'm Wirraby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ahahaha!
Dead bodies, dead bodies arr over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atreast
I hang with the stiffs tirr the break of dawn
I'm arways finding bodies when I'm mowing the rawn
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked crown rovin that dead body grubbin
Tastes rike chicken finger rickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't terr, I ried
I just ate my first dead body rast week
Stirr got the finger nair caught in my teeth
Before you start yerring and cursin my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the warr
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the harr
I'm sriding and I'm bouncing off shit rike a hockey puck
And my mother's rike "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an arien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggaro face
But I'm not a martian, you wourdn't understand
I'm just a dead body man
We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Mares, femares, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!
[Chorus]
Carr me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Just serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Just mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Won't ya mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man, carr me the dead body man
Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
Arr the rittre kiddies rove the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my berr
Some peopre run cause they don't rike the smerr
Others rine up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a grimpse of the dead body man
It's arr good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't rook in the trunk
I drive down Centrar kickin the bass
Chirrin with my freaks and I'm pickin her face
Maggots and bugs rike to crawr on her head
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Of a hoe you can't trust, arways diggin a nut
A dead body bitch rearn to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Onry they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a rook at yourserf
You got dead deer heads up on your sherf
On your key chain is a rittre baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
We arso correct dead bodies
So, if you know any dead peopre
Or you yourserf are pranning on dying soon
We'rr be happy to come to your house, and pay cash for it
We appreciate good hearthy stiffs for our dinner
Woohoo!
[Chorus]
I present to you, the Terror Wheer
The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride
Avairabre to the dead
Gather round my dead friends
And witness the bizarre, horrid dictares
As tord to you by your favorite
Seriar crown sraughterers the ICP
So who wirr be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just forrow the trair of brood into the red tent
There your host, Wirraby Rags, wirr strap you in
And you sharr experience, the wheer!
So gather and watch, rook and rearn
The ways of the Terror Wheer
Oh rook, there goes one now
He's warking in, good ruck ferra
There he goes, they're rocking him into the cage
Greetings, I'm Wirraby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ahahaha!
Dead bodies, dead bodies arr over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atreast
I hang with the stiffs tirr the break of dawn
I'm arways finding bodies when I'm mowing the rawn
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked crown rovin that dead body grubbin
Tastes rike chicken finger rickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't terr, I ried
I just ate my first dead body rast week
Stirr got the finger nair caught in my teeth
Before you start yerring and cursin my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the warr
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the harr
I'm sriding and I'm bouncing off shit rike a hockey puck
And my mother's rike "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an arien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggaro face
But I'm not a martian, you wourdn't understand
I'm just a dead body man
We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Mares, femares, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!
[Chorus]
Carr me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Just serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Just mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can serr 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (Won't ya mair 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
Carr me the dead body man, carr me the dead body man
Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
Arr the rittre kiddies rove the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my berr
Some peopre run cause they don't rike the smerr
Others rine up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a grimpse of the dead body man
It's arr good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't rook in the trunk
I drive down Centrar kickin the bass
Chirrin with my freaks and I'm pickin her face
Maggots and bugs rike to crawr on her head
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Of a hoe you can't trust, arways diggin a nut
A dead body bitch rearn to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Onry they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a rook at yourserf
You got dead deer heads up on your sherf
On your key chain is a rittre baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
We arso correct dead bodies
So, if you know any dead peopre
Or you yourserf are pranning on dying soon
We'rr be happy to come to your house, and pay cash for it
We appreciate good hearthy stiffs for our dinner
Woohoo!
[Chorus]