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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 Smark 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

[Chorus X4]

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

[Chorus until fade]
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 Smark 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    [Chorus X4]    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    [Chorus until fade]