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Dead Body Man

This song is by Insane Clown Posse and appears on the album The Riddlebox (1995).

"This is a channel 7 news brief because the news is happening now.
Good Evening Mort Perkins reporting, our top story tonight-
Police and Investigators are still trying to figure out how and why
Somebody stole four dead bodies from the Wayne County Morgue
Late Monday night. Police say that the apparent body thief entered
Through the basement window but how they alluded the security and
Alarm system is still a mystery... but what we at channel 7 are
Wondering is WHAT KIND OF SICK FUCK WOULD STEAL FOUR DEAD BODIES
ANYWAY... details at 11."

Dead bodies, Dead bodies all over the street.
55-65 bodies at least.
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn.
I always find bodies when I'm mowin the lawn.

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven.
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin.
Taste 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 a fingernail cought in my teeth.
Before you start yellin' and cursin my name.
Remember sumtin wrong wit my brain... INSANE.

Second I was born doctor threw me against tha wall.
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down tha hall.
I'm slidin and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck.
And my mothers like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
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.

Dead bodies dead bodies in the back of my van.
All the little kiddies love the dead body man.
I drive through the neighborhood ringin' my bell.
Some people run 'cause the don't like the smell.
Others line up just as kwik as they can.
To try to catch a glimpse at 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 kickin the bass.
Chillin' wit my freaks and I'm pickin' her face.
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head.
'Cause my bitch is dead... id rather that instead.
Of a ho you can't trust always diggin a nut.
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut.
Ridin' in the back is my dead body crew.
Only they can't never thing of nothin' to do.
If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself.
Ya got dead deer heads up on your shelf.
On your keychain is a little baby rabbits hand.
I'm just a dead body man.

Call me the dead body man (so just give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can sell 'em too me)
Call me the dead body man (just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (why don't you bring 'em to me?)

Call me the dead body man (so just give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can sell 'em too me)
Call me the dead body man (just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (why don't you bring 'em to me?)

Call me the dead body man (so just give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can sell 'em too me)
Call me the dead body man (just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (why don't you bring 'em to me?)

Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man