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 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, 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
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 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...
"No, you ain't
getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey. Hey, kiddies.
How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah." "Excellent. This next
one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and
chokes your neck. It's called the Smog. Ahahahaha!" 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 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 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...
"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 Although 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 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
STUCK HER WIT MY WANG
"Uh, uh, who's pussy is this, bitch? Uhh, who's pussy? Yeah. Eh,
what the fuck 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 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
AMY'S IN DA 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?!)
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