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