Guts On The Ceiling Lyrics

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 
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 chilling, I'm illing 
With my guts all over the ceiling 
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 chilling, I'm illing 
With my guts all over the ceiling