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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

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

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

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

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