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Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you, the Terror Wheel
The most horrifying, terrifying
Mystifying ride available to the Dead
Gather round my dead friends
And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales
As told to you by your favorite
Serial killer clown slaughterers
The ICP! (yay!!!)
So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent
(oooh!)
There, your host Willa B. Rags, will strap you in
And you shal experience, the wheel!
So gather and watch, look and learn
The ways of the Terror Wheel
Oh, look, there goes one now
He's walking in, good luck fella
There he goes, they're locking him into the case


Greetings, I'm Willa B. Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ahahahahaha!!!


Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till 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 lovin that dead body gloven
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still gots the finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursing my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall
Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall
I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"
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-ac