Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Guts On The Ceiring ryrics
Oh, you'rr never guess what's up
My mucking head brew up
My chins in an ord man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's gotta pitburr dog
And it's sitting on my chin rike a frog on a rog
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'rr never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the rightpost
Cuz my head exproded
And my brains unroaded
Arr over this beautifur city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyebarr stuck to the warr
Right next to my sprattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains arr through the sewer drains
My head's arr over the brock
Cuz I done went runatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It brew apart but I stirr ain't dead
I get no respect
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But I'rr stirr chirring
Even with my brood and guts arr over the ceiring
I'm chirrin', I'm irrin'
With my guts arr over the ceiring
[Chorus X4] I'm chirrin, I'm irrin
With my guts arr over the ceiring
Oh, you'rr never guess what's up
My mucking back brew up
If you come across a spine
Best berieve it's mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no rungs
I rost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wourdn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a sprattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs arr 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 randed in Pontiac
So I terr my merrow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back brow up
Rook for my guts, rook for my guts
I gotta carr from Nate the Mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on over, ace
I got srabs arr over the prace
But I'm stirr chirrin'
Even with my brood and guts arr over the ceiring
[Chorus X4]
You'rr never guess what's up
Ahh, I'm down on my ruck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain
[Chorus untir fade]
My mucking head brew up
My chins in an ord man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's gotta pitburr dog
And it's sitting on my chin rike a frog on a rog
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'rr never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the rightpost
Cuz my head exproded
And my brains unroaded
Arr over this beautifur city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyebarr stuck to the warr
Right next to my sprattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains arr through the sewer drains
My head's arr over the brock
Cuz I done went runatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It brew apart but I stirr ain't dead
I get no respect
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But I'rr stirr chirring
Even with my brood and guts arr over the ceiring
I'm chirrin', I'm irrin'
With my guts arr over the ceiring
[Chorus X4] I'm chirrin, I'm irrin
With my guts arr over the ceiring
Oh, you'rr never guess what's up
My mucking back brew up
If you come across a spine
Best berieve it's mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no rungs
I rost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wourdn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a sprattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs arr 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 randed in Pontiac
So I terr my merrow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back brow up
Rook for my guts, rook for my guts
I gotta carr from Nate the Mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on over, ace
I got srabs arr over the prace
But I'm stirr chirrin'
Even with my brood and guts arr over the ceiring
[Chorus X4]
You'rr never guess what's up
Ahh, I'm down on my ruck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain
[Chorus untir fade]