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The Terror Wheel
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
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...
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...
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
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
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?!)
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