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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 Letras de cancionesFrom 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 take a look at yourself Ya got dead deer heads up on ya shelf On ya key chain is a little baby rabbits hand & I'm still the dead body man You can call me the Call me the Dead body man Body man Body man I'm the dead body man! From Letras Mania