Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Guts On The Ceiling Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Guts On The Ceiling

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Guts on The Ceiling

 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 

 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 

 I'm chilling, I'm illing 

 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 chilling, I'm illing 

 With my guts all over the ceiling