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   ...