[Verse 1 Violent J] Oh, youll never guess whats up My muckin head blew up My chins in a old mans back yard I gotta sneak through his yard to find the fother mucker And hes got a pitbull dog And its sittin on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract Cause Im wantin my chinnychinchin back Ill never be one to boast But theres my tongue hangin off the light post Cause my head exploded And my brains unloaded All over this beautiful city Teeth and bones to the nittygritty Theres my eyeball stuck to the wall Right next to my splattered jaw I dont dig this game Chasin my brains all through the sewer drains My heads all over the block Cause I done went lunatictock, ticktock Come on dog, whats wrong with my head It blew apart but I still aint dead I get no respect I got nothin but guts hangin off my neck But Im still chillin Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling [Chorus] Im chillin, Im illin Im chillin With my guts all over the ceiling With guts all over the ceiling Im chillin, Im illin But Im chillin, Im still chillin With my guts all over the ceiling Yeah, all over the ceiling Im chillin, Im illin [?] With my guts all over the ceiling My head exploded Im chillin, Im illin And Im chillin With my guts all over the ceiling Yeah, all over the ceiling [Verse 2 Violent J] Oh, youll never guess whats up My muckin back blew up If you come across a spine Best believe its mine Oh, forget about my tongue Cause vato cant breathe without no lungs, heh I lost both of mine Now thats an item that I wouldnt mind to find But forget about that Cause Im roaming the streets with a splattered back Im trying to rap to this freak But she can see my ribs all in the street Then the chitchat went dead She noticed that I aint got no head Shh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a SMART Bus And 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 have found part of my back Then bring it on over, ace I got slabs all over the place But Im still chillin Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling [Chorus] Im chillin, Im illin Southwest ghetto zone With my guts all over the ceiling Done blew up my head Im chillin, Im illin I got no back With my guts all over the ceiling Ha, but I aint dead Im chillin, Im illin Southwest ghetto zone With my guts all over the ceiling Done fried my brain Im chillin, Im illin I got no head With my guts all over the ceiling Said I got no head [Skit Violent J, 2 Dope] Hello? Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please? Yeah, whats up Hey, check it out man, Lacy said he seen your large intestines, man! For real, where they at? Hangin from a telephone wire on Vernor and Junction! Cool, man! Thats for real? Yeah, man! Alright man, Im about to go get them down then, Ill give you a call! Alright, man! Alright. Check you out, dog! Bye. [Bridge Violent J] Youll never guess whats up Im down on my luck Got no head, said I got no head Southwest ghetto zone, it done fried my brain [Chorus] Im chillin, Im illin Whats my name? With my guts all over the ceiling Wheres my back? Im chillin, Im illin Southwest ghetto zone With my guts all over the ceiling Said I got no head Im chillin, Im illin [?] With my guts all over the ceiling But I wanna find my back Im chillin, Im illin Have you all mine? With my guts all over the ceiling [?] [Outro] Im illin Got no head All over the ceiling And I lost my brain Im illin And the ghettos mine All over the ceiling [?]
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