Ladies and gentlemen  I present to you, the Terror Wheel  The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride  Available to the dead  Gather round my dead friends  And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales  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, 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!  Ahahaha!    Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street  Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast  I hang with the stiffs till 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 got the 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  We got bodies, dead bodies  We got fat ones, skinny ones  Males, females, hermaphrodites  We got somebodies, we got nobodies  Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!    [Chorus]  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 ya 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    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 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 hoe 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 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 key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand  I'm just the 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  Woohoo!    [Chorus]