Dead bodies
dead homies
all over the streets
55 or 65 of us at least
i hang wit the dead till the brake of dawn
an fantasize of dead bitchs when iand'm hitting the bong
iand'd grab em by they ass
and hump em till iand'm cumming
dead homey loving that dead bitch fuckin
her neden tastes like chicken
deep fried
i pumped her 50 times
and 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
and cursing my name
remember somethingand's 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 and shaking like a bowl of jell-o
and my mom was like
andquot;oh my god! hello?andquot;
he said i was born
from a cemetery place
chilling wit a hatchet and a juggalo face
i know iand'm not alive
i donand't think you understand
iand'm just a dead body man
You can call me the
call me the
dead body man
body man
body man
iand'm the dead body man!
Dead bodies
dead homies
in the back of the hurse
wit bumps so loud that ya ear drums burst
i ride through ya neighborhood
bumping my shit
great milenko mostasteless and my 1st ep bitch
some line up on the corners of blocks
where they slang dime bags of heron and crack rocks
itand's all-good
everybody gotta eat
but a keep ya bitch ass out of my streets
i mash through the eastside
knocking the bass
chilling wit my freaks and iand'm picking her face
maggots and bug like to crawl on her head
cause my bitch is dead iand'd rather that instead
of a hoe you canand't trust
wit a dick in they butt
a dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
chilling in the back are my dead homies too
which means they donand't got nothing
on the trees and brew
if you think iand'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
and iand'm still the dead body man
You can call me the
call me the
dead body man
body man
body man
iand'm the dead body man!
