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 I'm Hitting The Bong

I'd Grab Em By They Ass

& Hump Em Till I'm Cumming

Dead Homey 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 Something'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 & Shaking Like A Bowl Of Jell-O

& My Mom Was Like

"Oh My God! Hello?"

He Said I Was Born

From A Cemetery Place

Chilling 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



You Can Call Me The

Call Me The

Dead Body Man

Body Man

Body Man

I'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 & 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 Out Of My Streets

I Mash Through The Eastside

Knocking The Bass

Chilling Wit My Freaks And I'm Picking Her Face

Maggots And Bug 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

Chilling In The Back Are My Dead Homies Too

Which Means They Don't Got Nothing

On The Trees & Brew

If You Think I'm Sick