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 at least   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 fingernail 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!      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 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 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 keychain is a little baby rabbit's hand   I'm just a 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!      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