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Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mu'cking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak through his yard To find the fothermucker And he's got a pet bulldog 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 chillin' Letras de cancionesEven 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 Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mu'cking 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...it landed in Pontiac So I tell my mellow to send it back Come on, why did my back blow up Look for my guts, look for my guts I got a 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 *ring* "Hello?" "Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please?" "Yeah? Wassup man?" "Hey, check it out man. Legs, he said he seen your large intestines man." "For real? Where they at?" "Hangin' from the telephone wire on Vernor and Junction." "Cool man! That's for real?" "Yeah man." "Aight man, I'm bout to go get em' down then, I'll give you a call." "Aight man." "Aight." "Check ya out, dawg." "Bye." 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 I'm chillin', I'm illin' With my guts all over the ceiling I'm illin'! All over the ceiling! I'm illin'! All over the ceiling! From Letras Mania