Dead Body Man

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 a*s & hump em till i'm cumming dead homie loving that dead bitch f**kin 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 pus*y 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 a*s outta my streetz i mash through the eastside knockin the ba*s 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 d**k 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!