Guts on The Ceiling Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

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

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