Insane Clown Posse — Guts On The Ceiling (Carnival Of Carnage 1992)
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Guts On The Ceiling (Carnival Of Carnage 1992) Insane Clown Posse04:25
Текст песни: Guts On The Ceiling (Carnival Of Carnage 1992)
Guts on the Ceiling Lyrics[Verse 1: Violent J] Oh, you'll never guess what's up My muckin' head blew up My chin's in a old man's back yard I gotta sneak through his yard to find the fother mucker And he's got a pitbull dog And it's sittin' on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract 'Cause I'm wantin' my chinny-chin-chin back I'll never be one to boast But there's my tongue hangin' off the light post 'Cause my head exploded And my brain's 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 Chasin' my brains all through the sewer drains My head's all over the block 'Cause I done went lunatic-tock, tick-tock Come on dog, what's wrong with my head It blew apart but I still ain't dead I get no respect I got nothin' but guts hangin' off my neck But I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I'm chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (With guts all over the ceiling) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (But I'm chillin', I'm still chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling) I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?]) With my guts all over the ceiling (My head exploded) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (And I'm chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling) [Verse 2: Violent J] Oh, you'll never guess what's up My muckin' 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, heh I lost both of mine Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find But forget about that '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 chitchat 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 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 I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Done blew up my head) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I got no back) With my guts all over the ceiling (Ha, but I ain't dead) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Done fried my brain) I'm chillin', I'm 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, what's 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! That's for real?" "Yeah, man!" "Alright man, I'm about to go get them down then, I'll give you a call!" "Alright, man!" "Alright." "Check you out, dog!" "Bye." [Bridge: Violent J] You'll never guess what's up I'm down on my luck Got no head, said I got no head Southwest ghetto zone, it done fried my brain [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (What's my name?) With my guts all over the ceiling (Where's my back?) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Said I got no head) I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?]) With my guts all over the ceiling (But I wanna find my back) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Have you all mine?) With my guts all over the ceiling ([?]) [Outro] I'm illin' (Got no head) All over the ceiling (And I lost my brain) I'm illin' (And the ghetto's mine) All over the ceiling ([?])
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