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Insane Clown Posse - Guts on The Ceiling

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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

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