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mike e. clark - rock the dead body man lyrics

[intro]
“wahh wahh i want a dead body! i want one!”

[violent j]
dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
fifty+five, sixty+five bodies at least
i hang with the stiffs ’til 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 loving that dead body grubbing
tastes like chicken finger l!cking deep fried
i ate a dead body, but don’t tell, i lied
i just ate my first dead body last week
still got a finger nail caught in my t++th
before you start yelling and cursing my name
rеmember something’s wrong with my brain, insanе
second i was born, doctor threw me against the wall
kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
i’m sliding and i’m bouncing off sh+t like a hockey puck
and my mother’s like “what the f+ck?!”
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

[chorus: sh+ggy 2 dope & twiztid]
we got bodies, dead bodies!
(rock the dead!)
we got fat ones, skinny ones, males, females, hermaphrodites
(rock the dead!)
we got somebodies, we got n0bodies
(rock the dead!)
bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!
[violent j]
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 ’cause 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 uh
just don’t look in the trunk
i drive down central kicking the bass
chilling with my freaks and i’m picking her face
maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
cause my b+tch is dead, i’d rather that instead
of a ho you can’t trust, always digging a nut
a dead body b+tch learn 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

[chorus: sh+ggy 2 dope]
we also collect dead bodies so, if you know any dead people
or you yourself are planning on dying soon
we would be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it
we appreciate good healthy stiffs around here. woo hoo!
[bridge: violent j]
call me the dead body man (someone 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 you 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 (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 (hand ’em over)
call me the dead body man (on the double)

[jamie madrox]
sp+ce and beyond
mind of an idiot
i stole your headstone from your grave plot
conscious and confused
see tomorrow’s dreams on tonight’s news
falling through a hole in the sky
will i die?
you know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies
stepping in the darkness
walking through my conscience
like an android i remain heartless
underground, and mental know me well
bring it to the white lights of the depths of h+ll
walk through the time flux hand in hand with clear minds
thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes
peel back the rind and examine the fruit
rotten to the core buried in they best suits
maggots crawling out they face
eyes sunk in they head
throw your f+cking arms up and rock the dead
[hook]
wake up, moons in the sky
bring the wicked sh+t and the dead will arise (feel it!)
wake up, moons in the sky
bring the wicked sh+t and the dead will arise (come on!)
got me a mic and a pa cranked to 10
and all we wanna do is rock the dead
so many thoughts running all through my head
but the only one that’s clear is rock the dead

[monoxide]
screaming like aah!
i can’t even take it no more
release the straps on my jacket and let me go
ill medication got my whole body shaking
thinking escaping
but they gonna keep on chasing
i’m facing off with the world and the planet
dig a hole
buried alive like good goddammit
it ain’t a living thing
it’s a no f+ck giving thing
bring the pain
and imma bleed with the rain
insane when i leave this b+tch
i got the whole world screaming out
you ain’t sh+t!
they’ll be the wrong ones you can bet
i don’t know why you hide your face
cause i’m coming for your neck
get hot on the plot
what you got?
should i cut your head off on the spot?
a whole pile of dead bodies i’m on top
me and my man rocking the dead like uh! non+stop

[violent j]
wagon wagon dead bodies dragging
call me the dead body man

[outro]
“i’d just like to see what you do to get out of this one, clark.”

- mike e clark lyrics

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