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Lyrics for Guts On The Ceiling by Icp (insane Clown Posse):
| | | Artist: | Icp (insane Clown Posse) |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Guts On The Ceiling | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 117 | | | | 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
[Chorus X4] 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
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