Dead bodyz 
Dead homiez 
All over the streetz 
55 or 65 of us at least 
I hang wit the dead till the brake of dawn 
An fantisize of dead bitchs when i'm hittin the bong 
I'd grab em by they ass 
& hump em till i'm cumming 
Dead homie loving that dead bitch fuckin 
Her neden tastes like chicken 
Deep fried 
I pumped her 50 times 
& then i busted in her eye 
I just ate my 1st dead bitch last week 
Still got a pussy hair caught up in my teeth 
Before you start yelling 
& cursing my name 
Remember somethings wrong wit my brain 
Insane 
Second i was born doctor held me in his hands 
Looked over too the nurse and notioned 
For the garbage can 
Was cold & shaking like a bowl of jello 
& my moms was like 
"oh my god! hello?" 
He said i was born 
From a cemetary place 
Chillin wit a hatchet and a juggalo face 
I know i'm not alive 
I don't think you understand 
I'm just a dead body man 
Break: 
You can call me the 
Call me the 
Dead body man 
Body man 
Body man 
I'm the dead body man! 
Blaze: 
Dead bodyz 
Dead homiez 
In the back of the hurse 
Wit bumps so loud that ya ear drums burst 
I ride through ya neighborhood 
Bumpin my shit 
Great milenko mostasteless & my 1st ep bitch 
Some line up on the corners of blocks 
Where they slang dime bags of heron & crack rocks 
It's all good 
Everybody gotta eat 
But a keep ya bitch ass outta my streetz 
I mash through the eastside 
Knockin the bass 
Chillin wit my freeks and i'm pickin her face 
Maggotz and bugz like to crawl on her head 
Cause my bitch is dead i'd rather that instead 
Of a hoe you can't trust 
Wit a dick in they butt 
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut 
Chillin in the back are my dead homiez too 
Which means they don't got nothing 
On the trees & brew 
If you think i'm sick take a look at yourself 
Ya got dead deer heads up on ya shelf 
On ya key chain is a little baby rabbits hand 
& i'm still the dead body man 
Break: 
You can call me the 
Call me the 
Dead body man 
Body man 
Body man 
I'm the dead body man!