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[Violent J:]
Oh, you’ll never guess what’s up
My muckin head blew up
My chin’s in a old man’s backyard
I gotta snake through his yard to find the futhamucka
And he’s got a pitbull dog
And it’s sittin on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to tryda distract
Cuz I’m wantin my chiny chin chin back
I’ll never be one to boast
But there’s my tongue hangin off the light post
Cuz my head exploded
And my brain’s 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
Chasin my brains all through the sewer drains
My head’s all over the block
Cuz I done went luna-tick-tock, tick tock
Come on dog, what’s wrong wit my head?
It blew apart but I still ain’t dead
I get no respect
I got nothin but guts hangin off my neck
But I’m still chillin
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceilin
I’m chillin, I’m illin
With my guts all over the ceilin
[Violent J:]
Oh, you’ll never guess what’s up
My muckin back blew up
If ya come across a spine
Best believe it’s mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can’t breathe without no lungs
Ha, I lost both of mine
Now that’s an item that I wouldn’t mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I roam in the streets wit a splattered back
I’m tryna 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
Shh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a SMART
Bus and landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
C’mon, why did my back blow up?
Look for my guts, look for my guts
I got a call from Nate The Mack
Says he mighta 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 ceilin
I’m chillin, I’m illin
With my guts all over the ceilin
(Southwest ghetto zone done blew up my head
I got no back, ha, but I ain’t dead
Southwest ghetto zone done fried my brain
I got no head, said I got no head)
[Violent J and 2 Dope:]
„Hello?”
„Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please?”
„Yeah, wussup?”
„Hey, check it out, man, Lacy said he seen your large intestines man!”
„For real, where they at?”
„Hangin from a telephone wire in Vernor Junction!”
„Cool, man! That’s for real?”
„Yeah, man!”
„A’right man, I’m bout to go get ’em down then, I’ll give you a call!”
„A’right, man!”
„A’right”
„Check it out, dog!”
„Bye”
You’ll never guess what’s up…
I’m down on my luck
Got no head, said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone, it done fried my brain
I’m chillin, I’m illin
With my guts all over the ceilin
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