Guts on the ceiling

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