Guts On The Ceiling Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

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 

'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back 

I'll never be one to boast 

But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 

'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 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)