dead body man lyrics – blaze ya dead homie

dead bodyz
dead homiez
all over the streetz
55 or 65 of us at least
i hang wit the dead till the brake of dawn
an fantisize of dead b*tchs when i’m hittin the bong
i’d grab em by they *ss
& hump em till i’m c*mming
dead homie loving that dead b*tch f*ckin
her neden tastes like chicken
deep fried
i pumped her 50 times
& then i busted in her eye
i just ate my 1st dead b*tch last week
still got a p*ssy hair caught up in my teeth
before you start yelling
& cursing my name
remember somethings 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 jello
& my moms was like
“oh my god! h*llo?”
he said i was born
from a cemetary place
chillin 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
break:
you can call me the
call me the
dead body man
body man
body man
i’m the dead body man!
blaze:
dead bodyz
dead homiez
in the back of the hurse
wit b*mps so loud that ya ear drums burst
i ride through ya neighborhood
bumpin my sh*t
great milenko mostasteless & my 1st ep b*tch
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 b*tch *ss outta my streetz
i mash through the eastside
knockin the b*ss
chillin wit my freeks and i’m pickin her face
maggotz and bugz like to crawl on her head
cause my b*tch is dead i’d rather that instead
of a hoe you can’t trust
wit a d*ck in they b*tt
a dead body b*tch learn to keep her mouth shut
chillin in the back are my dead homiez 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
break:
you can call me the
call me the
dead body man
body man
body man
i’m the dead body man!

/ blaze ya dead homie lyrics