[Intro]
"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" (Yay!)
"So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent" (Ooh!)
"There, your host, Willaby 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 Willaby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ah ha ha ha!"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
55, 65 bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs 'til the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin;
Tastes 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 finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursin' 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
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)
We got bodies, dead bodies!
(Bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)
We got fat ones, skinny ones, males, females, hermaphrodites
(Bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
(Tell me, have you ever seen a dead body man?)
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

[Verse 2: Violent J]
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 to catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Heh, Just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin' the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
'Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Of a ho you can't trust, always diggin' 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 nothin' to do
If you think I'm sick, take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)
We also collect dead bodies so, if you know any dead people
(Dead bodies)
Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)
We would be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it
(Tell me have you [?])
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our [?] Woo hoo!

[Outro: Violent J]
Call me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't you give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man