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THE LYRIC OF GUTS ON THE CEILING , INSANE CLOWN POSSE'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Guts On The Ceiling, Insane Clown Posse's song

Ohyou 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 ondawgwhat 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
Ohyou ll never guess what s up
My mucking back blew up
If you come across a spine
Best believe it s mine
Ohforget 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
ShhhI think I hear my heart
But damnit got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come onwined and my back blow up
Look for my gutslook for my guts
I gotta call from Nate the Mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on overace
I got slabs all over the place
But I m still chillin
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I m chillingI m illing
With my guts all over the ceiling
You ll never guess what s up
AhhI m down on my luck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain
I m chillingI m illing
With my guts all over the ceiling

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