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  1. Dead Body Man
  2. Skitzofranic
  3. The Smog
  4. Out
  5. I Stuck Her With My Wang
  6. Amy's In The Attic


  1. Dead Body Man
    "This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now."
    "Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and
    investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody
    stole 4 dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night.
    Police say, the apparent body theif entered through the basement
    window, but how he alluded the security and alarm system is still a
    mystery. But what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick
    fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."

    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 gloven
    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

    Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall
    Kicked open the door 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 the 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 and 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 picked her face
    Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
    Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead

    Than 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 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 stiff
    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 (br-bring em to me)
    Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me)
    Call me the dead body man (just 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
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  2. Skitzofranic
    Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

    Just leave me alone, get the fuck 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), motherfucker

    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 shit
    How do I know you're legit, bitch?

    I hate to say it, but fuck 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
    I 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, fuck 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...
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  3. The Smog
    The smog is coming...

    Aw shit, 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 shit out

    Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up
    Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck
    Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me?
    It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G

    Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain
    Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
    Sewer slut, G, greasy slime
    I'm always bucking with father time

    Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one
    Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs
    The shit 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, fuck 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 fuckin' 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 shit, 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 shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G

    Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws
    I think I, I think I, I think I shit 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 fuck 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
    It 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 fucked up
    It's fucked 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 fuckin punk
    Sitting in his classroom
    Drawing a gang sign on a folder
    The kid is from Birmingham Hills
    What the fuck 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 fucked 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...
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  4. 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 fuck is up?!
    I'm in haughhh!
    And Violent J is finna tell a story
    So sit your ass down
    Shut the fuck up
    And get stoned, motherfucker

    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
    Allthough she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother
    And he's a sorry fuck, 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 shit
    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 shit 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 motherfucker, watch where the fuck you're goin I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass"

    Now I apologized but he still had to talk shit
    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 fuck that shit, I still gots another hand
    So I can still get the shit 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 fucking 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 fuck all you hoes
    Peeped out the sign..hmm, closed

    Picked up a mailbox, threw it through the wall
    Cuz I'm a get my shit so fuck 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 motherfucking head off my shoulders
    Didn't say nothing, get buck buckin
    But I got say, I made it home in a heart beat
    Nobody fucks 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 motherfucker!"
    Locked the door behind me cuz I'm back on route
    Back to the store....and I'm out
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  5. I Stuck Her With My Wang
    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 fucked 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 fucked 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
    Motherfucker
    Nasty motherfuckin noodle-stank bootie-whack bitches
    I stuck her with my wang
    All kind of motherfucking hoes, bitch
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  6. Amy's 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?!)
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