Guts on the Ceiling

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My mucking head blew up

My chins in an old man's backyard

I gotta sneak threw his yard

To find the fothermucker

And he's gotta pitbull dog

And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log

I throw a bone to try to distract

Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back

I'll never be one to boast

But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost

Cuz my head exploded

And my brains unloaded

All over this beautiful city

Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty

There's my eyeball stuck to the wall

Right next to my splattered jaw

I don't dig this game

Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains

My head's all over the block

Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock

Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?

It blew apart but I still ain't dead

I get no respect

I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck

But I'll still chilling

Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling

I'm chillin', I'm illin'

With my guts all over the ceiling

I'm chillin, I'm illin

With my guts all over the ceiling (4x)

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My mucking back blew up

If you come across a spine

Best believe it's mine

Oh, forget about my tongue

Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs

I lost both of mine

Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find

But forget about dat

Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back

I'm trying to rap to this freak

But she can see my ribs all in the street

Then the chit-chat went dead

She noticed that I ain't got no head

Shhh, I think I hear my heart

But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus

And landed in Pontiac

So I tell my mellow to send it back

Come on, wined and my back blow up

Look for my guts, look for my guts

I gotta call from Nate the Mack

Says he might of found part of my back

Then bring it on over, ace

I got slabs all over the place

But I'm still chillin'

Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling

I'm chillin, I'm illin

With my guts all over the ceiling (4x)

You'll never guess what's up

Ahh, I'm down on my luck

Got no head

Said I got no head

Southwest ghetto zone

It done fried my brain

I'm chillin, I'm illin

With my guts all over the ceiling (4x)