Terror Wheel

DEAD BODY MAN

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 killer 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 (oooh!) There, your host

Willa B. Rags, will strap you in And you shal 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 Willa B. Rags Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!

Ahahahahaha!!!

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 gots the finger nail caught in my teeth Before you start yelling and cursing

my name Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane The second I

was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall Kicked open the doors and he

whipped me down the hall I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shxt like a hockey

puck And my mother's like "What the fxck?!" 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,

woo!

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 cuz 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 ah 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 Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather

that instead Of a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nut A dead body bitch

learns 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 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 (some one 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 (bri-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 (bri-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

SKITZOFRANIC

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

Just leave me alone, get the fxck on Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home I

hear people walking in the other room Cooking up chicken, chilling in my

kitchen Try to drive home, someone's in the back Whisperin words, breathing

on my neck Flickin' my ear, I know they're right there But I can't see em in my

mirror, uh Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead They're trying to figure out a

way to cut off my head Hiding under covers, they're trying to get me But I can

tell one of them is under there with me I got a phone call, I can't pick it up

Can't do a thing, just let it ring Cuz if I do, the phone will explode I think I

better leave him on hold

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic...

I better just chill, bitch get real I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know

the deal You want me dead so that you can get paid I ain't gotta dime, so don't

waste your time I gotta kill them or they'll kill me Who's these guys trying to

walk down my street He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin' I'm a give

his ass somethin (gunshot), motherfxcker The man next door try to take me out

So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house Here come the cops, I don't know

xxxx How do I know you're legit, bitch? I hate to say it, but xxxx Mort Crim

Cuz I can tell, he's just one of them Every night I see him on my little TV He's

always looking at me, WHY?!!!

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic...

Sittin in my room, everything's dark think I heard somebody fart Now how

can this be, ain't nobody home but me And someone's trying to turn the key,

hello? I'm losing my mind, fxck all you hoes Pulled out an axe and take all my

clothes Paint my face like a wicked clown I'm down, straight skitsofrantic Just

skitsofrantic, don't panic...

THE SMOG

"No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shxt costs money. Oh, hey. Hey,

kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah." "Excellent. This next one is

about that xxxx that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck.

It's called the Smog.

Ahahahaha!"

The smog is coming...

Aw shxt, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies,

then hit me, smack It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to

get the fxck out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it

in my ear, shxt Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me? It's the poisonous air

from the smoke stacks, G Seaping in my head, fxckin' up my brain Driving me

crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, G, greasy slime I'm always bucking with father

time Cuz he's my motherfxcking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life

by fillin up my lungs The shxt you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me

choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got

drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold Don't know what to do, so now I

start to panic But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fxck it

The smog is coming...

Another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water It's raining oil out the sky, I think

I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I can't move, I think I broke my

fxckin' neck It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky

helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devil's face It must be a mirror

image of the human race And oh shxt, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell

by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the

smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner I

can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesn't notice

me Oh fxck fxck, shxt fxck, shxt, G Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws I

think I, I think I, I think I shxt my drawers But it's okay, the smog left me alone

So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over

Del Ray One even landed on your homeboy Violent J And I'm dead, crushed

me in a split second So if I'm dead, what the fxck am I doing on this record?

The smog is here The smog is coming...

Thoughts in my head (of a clown)...

Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until

his neighbors Complain about the smell Didn't he have anybody To know he

was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed

someone else Was that good?

Thoughts in my head Of an ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping t

causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybody's dead

Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the

hatred in their eyes And it's cold Their children Are nothing but them in the

future Accept it

Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease

she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fxcked up

It's fxcked up

Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you

kill me I'll be back to kill you I've Done It Before I'll do it again

Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fxckin punk Sitting in his

classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder The kid is from Birmingham Hills

What the fxck would you know about love?

Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they don't know me

I hate you too So it's all good It's all good

Thoughts in my head A society That is so fxcked up It's so evil That if

somebody prays They get made fun of And laughed at But it's not gonna be

funny They won't be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red

Thoughts in my head...

OUT

"Please, let me off the Terror Wheel." "Shut up, bitch! Looks like it's nighty

night time (gunshots). Only some of you won't be waking up. Ahahahah. As for

the rest of you, sit back, put on your PJs and nighties while the story entitled

'Out'." What the fxckis up?! I'm in haughhh! And Violent J is finna tell a story

So sit your ass down Shut the fxck up And get stoned, motherfxcker

Well, I'm waking up so early, cuz I knew this day would come My daddy's

passed out with an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long, I do

not miss my mother And he's a sorry fxck, so there's nothing in the cupboard

My little brother's starving, hungry and sick Cuz ain't nobody coming by the

house giving free shxt. So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead

Got no other choice but for milk and bread Stepped out the house for the first

time in two years Cuz my neighborhood, it ain't really good Lay up in my

bedroom night after night I hear screams, zombies shooting and looting But

now here I am and I'm walking down Jefferson With a bag of money backs, I

don't understand How the world can be full of so many evil doers I can hear

em underneath me in the sewers Keep seeing xxxx out the corner of my eyes

Steady looking over my back, I didn't realize Where I was goin, I didn't wanna

bother anybody Accidentally stepped on a dead body "Hey motherfxcker,

watch where the fxck you're goin might be dead, but I'll kick your ass" Now I

apologized but he still had to talk shxt So I stepped over his face and kept

walking And here's the part of my story that gets really scary Had to walk

alone down Military I can see the crackheads hiding in the trees Looking for

some change, looking for some brains Everything seemed too quiet as I walked

down the block Until I got hit with a rock

Can't really tell I musta been out for quite a while Cuz when I woke up my

nanny coat was outta style And the crackheads took my money backs in a

dash And ripped off my arm in the process But fxck that shxt, I still gots

another hand So I can still get the shxt for my little man And I'm a walk with my

nuts hanging out I ain't scared, but this is where it gets weird Factories, toxic

waste, and chemicals They have strange affects on the animals In my

neighborhood, and some get a lot bigger Like the giant rat that jumped on my

back I'm running like a maniac all through the ghetto zone And it's steady

taking bites out my nug bone Wrestlin around, found his tail, so I straight bit it

Then it ripped off my leg and broke with it Tried to catch up, but I couldn't

move quick enough This little trip to the store straight fxcking me up But that's

okay, cuz the store's just down the block

So I hop And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky I see the vultures

waiting on me to die But I made it to the store so fxck all you hoes Peeped out

the sign..hmm, closed Picked up a mailbox, threw it through the wall Cuz I'm a

get my shxt so fxck all y'all Took a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelf Even

took a Faygo, two-liter for myself Walked out the store like a G that's when I

heard The click-click sound of a Mossberg The store owner he didn't like a

B&E That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me Blew my

motherfxcking head off my shoulders Didn't say nothing, get buck buckin But I

got say, I made it home in a heart beat Nobody fxcks with a head rollin down

the street Now I think about it, I was full man leaving out Now I'm a head with

a loaf of bread in my mouth Bouncing up the stairs, I knock on the door with

my chin Eh, yo, little man, won't ya let me in And best believe it was good to

see my little brother "Eh, you forgot the milk, you dumb motherfxcker!"

Locked the door behind me cuz I'm back on route Back to the store....and I'm

out

I STUCK HER WITH MY WANG

"Uh, uh, who's pussy is this, bitch? Uhh, who's pussy? Yeah.

Eh, what the fxck are you looking at? Ain't you never seen pussy before, stupid

ass? Slap that ass. Oh, uh, oh, hey. How's it happenin' again? This song right

here, we're ready to slow it down and get a little sexy, ya know. As 2 Dope

tells ya how he stuck her with his wang. Ahahahah!!"

Yeah, what's up, man? ICP in this bitch Ya know what I'm saying All you

bitches, man Come over to my house And I'll take ya upstairs And I'm a stick

you with my wang Ya know what I'm saying

I stuck her with my wang She hit me in the balls I grabbed her by her neck and

I bounced her off the walls She said it was an accident and then apologized But

I still took my elbow and blackened both her eyes

I stuck her with my wang Bitchy bitchy ho I'd like to stick a Faygo bottle in

your neden, ho I twist ya and turn ya, just to shake it up Pop off the lid and

now I'm shooting on her butt

I stuck her with my wang She grabbed by me nuts She told me that she loved

me and commenced on the suckin' I tried to hold it back, but I nutted in her ear

When it dried up, the bitch couldn't hear

I stuck her with my wang (stuck her with his wang, y'all) I stuck her with my

wang (stuck her with his wang, then he hit the door)

I stuck her with my wang I'm ringing dingaling After I hit it, my boys'll do the

same Bitches come in flocks when the carnivals in town Suckin on my nuts,

trying to be down

I stuck her with my wang The freaky little slut She wanted me to stick my

finger in and out her butt I asked the bitch why, she gave no reply I went

psycholistic and I stuck it in her eye

I stuck her with my wang I hit it slow motion I had the Ringmaster brew me up

a love potion I put it on her neden, I know this sounds insane Her coochie

started whistling and singing out my name Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy, stick me

with your wang!!!

I stuck her with my wang (he stuck her with his wang, y'all) I stuck her with my

wang (he stuck her with his wang, then he hit the door) I stuck her with my

wang (he stuck her with his wang, y'all) I stuck her with my wang (he stuck her

with his wang, then he hit the door)

I stuck her with my wang I hit it chicken style I hit up at Meijers in the home

improvement aisle She called me Bob Vila when I stuck it in the place I tied

her legs behind her head and kicked her in the face

I stuck her with my wang I took some Elmer's glue I slapped it on her titties

and I stuck her to the roof And when I came back, I opened up the door Her

titties were so long they was draggin on the floor

I stuck her with my wang A little two on one I told her call a friend over, we

can have some fun I heard her knock knock, I'm finna get the stank I opened

up the door, "Hi, I'm Frank"

I kicked him in his ass (kicked him in his ass, y'all) I kicked him in his ass

(kicked him in his ass then we fxcked him up) I stuck her with my wang (he

stuck her with his wang, y'all) I kicked him in his ass (kicked him in his ass then

we fxcked him up)

I stuck her with my wang... All kind of bitches, man Ya know what I'm saying

Fat bitches, skinny bitches Ugly bitches, I stuck her with my wang... Bitches

with hunchbacks Bald-headed bitches Motherfxcker Nasty motherfxckin

noodle-stank bootie-whack bitches I stuck her with my wang All kind of

motherfxcking hoes, bitch

AMYS IN THE ATTIC

No... I Didn't!

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and brain has

gone ecstatic

Not another day of all the suffering and grief I was just a little boy ever so naive

Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her I never wanna ever wanna

think about her murder On the playground, I chase her down the slide I chase

her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide Jigglin and tumbling, I

pushed her off the sled Amy coincidently hit her head Dumbling inside my

brain, down came the wade Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame?

Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying Amy isn't breathing, god I think she's dying

Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside Even though she died, Amy has

to hide Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick Lock her up forever in

the attic Maybe this will pass me by, I'm thinking did she really die I'm thinking

if it's really true then how come I am telling you And if I really meant to do it,

should I be a victim to it Should I walk the terror stairs, and see if all my terror

fears, no

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has

gone ecstatic

Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed How long will this keep and

the nightmares last Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling I think I'm

hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling Looking in my mirror, the image isn't clear I

feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear And then I awake at the blink of an

eye Voices from the attic yellin, "why?" What if Amy wasn't dead living in the

box Banging on the walls, rattling the locks Feeding on the roaches, rodents,

and filth And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself Why do I think in

Amy of this way? She was once a lovely girl running out to play Maybe it's all a

dream insane fanatic Maybe there's no Amy in the attic after all

Maybe this will pass me by, I'm thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's

really true then how come I am telling you And if I really meant to do it, should

I be a victim to it Should I walk the terror stairs, and see if all my terror fears,

no

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has

gone ecstatic I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you

(never) And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to it (she's not dead)

Should I walk the terror stairs, and see if all my terror fears, no

Amy isn't dead...

Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Barrels to my nugget semi

glock automatic Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains That

keeps Amy locked in my brain No, I must be starting to pray that I'm wrong I

pray it's just a fantasy that's carried on too long Amy isn't dead, I never knew

an Amy I was just a boy, how can you blame me? Ha Ha Maybe that's okay,

but she's tapping at the walls I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall

Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide Opens up her mouth

to show the maggots inside Crying, dying, rotting is the feeling Tiny drips of

blood dropping from the ceiling Landing on my head, I'm psycho-sick I've

finally had it Amy, now I'm coming to the attic!!!! Maybe this will pass me by,

I'm thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am

telling you And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to it Should I walk

the terror stairs, and see if all my terror fears, yes

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has

gone ecstatic

Maybe this will pass me by, I'm thinking did she really die (not dead) I'm

thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you (never) And if I really

meant to do it, should I be a victim to it (she's not dead) Should I walk the

terror stairs, and see if all my terror fears Amy's in the attic Amy's in the attic

Amy's in the attic Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic. (How can

it be?!) (How?!) (How can it be?!)