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 motherfucker And he's gotta pit bull dog And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract
'Cause I'm wanting my chinny chin Chin back, I'll never be one to boast But there's my tongue hanging off the light post 'Cause 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 'Cause I done went luna tick 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 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 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 'Cause 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 'Cause 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 Shh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a S mark 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 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 I'm chillin', I'm illin' 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 chillin', I'm illin' With my 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 ...