Oh, you'll never guess what's up My chins in an old mans backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard 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 Im wanting my chinny-chin-chin back Ill never be one to boast But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost 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 Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains My heads 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 aint dead I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling With my guts all over the ceiling Oh, you'll never guess what's up If you come across a spine Oh, forget about my tongue Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find Cuz Im roaming the streets with a splattered back Im 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 aint got no head Shhh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a smark bus 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 Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling With my guts all over the ceiling Youll never guess what's up With my guts all over the ceiling More from Insane Clown Posse