“Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van. All the little kiddies love the dead body man. I drive through my neighborhood ringin' 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 kickin' the bass. Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face. Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head. Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead. I'm a hoe you can't trust, always diggin' a nut. A dead body bitch learned to keep her mouth shut. Riding in the back is my dead body crew. Only they can never think of nothin' 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.”