Dead Body Man

Dead bodyz

Dead homiez

All over the streetz

55 or 65 of us at least

I hang wit the dead till the brake of dawn

An fantisize of dead bitchs when i'm hittin the bong

I'd grab em by they ass

& hump em till i'm cumming

Dead homie loving that dead bitch fuckin

Her neden tastes like chicken

Deep fried

I pumped her 50 times

& then i busted in her eye

I just ate my 1st dead bitch last week

Still got a pussy hair caught up in my teeth

Before you start yelling

& cursing my name

Remember somethings wrong wit my brain

Insane

Second i was born doctor held me in his hands

Looked over too the nurse and notioned

For the garbage can

Was cold & shaking like a bowl of jello

& my moms was like

"oh my god! hello?"

He said i was born

From a cemetary place

Chillin wit a hatchet and a juggalo face

I know i'm not alive

I don't think you understand

I'm just a dead body man

Break:

You can call me the

Call me the

Dead body man

Body man

Body man

I'm the dead body man!

Blaze:

Dead bodyz

Dead homiez

In the back of the hurse

Wit bumps so loud that ya ear drums burst

I ride through ya neighborhood

Bumpin my shit

Great milenko mostasteless & my 1st ep bitch

Some line up on the corners of blocks

Where they slang dime bags of heron & crack rocks

It's all good

Everybody gotta eat

But a keep ya bitch ass outta my streetz

I mash through the eastside

Knockin the bass

Chillin wit my freeks and i'm pickin her face

Maggotz and bugz like to crawl on her head

Cause my bitch is dead i'd rather that instead

Of a hoe you can't trust

Wit a dick in they butt

A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut

Chillin in the back are my dead homiez too

Which means they don't got nothing

On the trees & brew

If you think i'm sick take a look at yourself

Ya got dead deer heads up on ya shelf

On ya key chain is a little baby rabbits hand

& i'm still the dead body man

Break:

You can call me the

Call me the

Dead body man

Body man

Body man

I'm the dead body man!