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cuz i m wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
With my guts all over the ceiling, it got hit by a smark bus
She noticed that i ain t got no head, cuz i m roaming the streets with a splattered back
best believe it s mine
you ll never guess what s up my mucking back blew up if you come across a spine
Says he might of found part of my back, chorus until fade
cuz vato can t breathe without no lungs
Cuz vato can t breathe without no lungs, you ll never guess what s up my mucking head blew up my chins in an old man s backyard On, right next to my splattered jaw
and my brains unloaded
I m down on my luck, but there s my tongue hanging off the lightpost
i got slabs all over the place
What s wrong with my head, now that s an item that i wouldn t mind to find
But forget about dat, cuz i m wanting my chinny-chin-chin back, i don t dig this game
chorus until fade
I gotta call from nate the mack, with my guts all over the ceiling, then bring it on over
Said i got no head, southwest ghetto zone, but she can see my ribs all in the street
Forget about my tongue, but forget about dat Clown, i gotta sneak threw his yard
but she can see my ribs all in the street
It got hit by a smark bus, i got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
I get no respect, with my guts all over the ceiling, i m trying to rap to this freak
says he might of found part of my back
Now that s an item that i wouldn t mind to find, what s wrong with my head
i got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
i lost both of mine
Chorus until fade, and landed in pontiac
But i m still chillin, you ll never guess what s up ahh
it blew apart but i still ain t dead
i lost both of mine
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck, and he s gotta pitbull dog, i got slabs all over the place
to find the fothermucker
I don t dig this game, cuz i m roaming the streets with a splattered back
Best believe it s mine, chasing my brains all through the sewer drains
then bring it on over
Chorus x4 i m chillin, and my brains unloaded, then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that i ain t got no head, but there s my tongue hanging off the lightpost, i m trying to rap to this freak
you ll never guess what s up my mucking head blew up my chins in an old man s backyard
it done fried my brain
I m trying to rap to this freak, says he might of found part of my back The, but i m still chillin
What s wrong with my head, southwest ghetto zone Clown, it done fried my brain
I throw a bone to try to distract, i gotta call from nate the mack Guts, even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
All over this beautiful city, said i got no head, then the chit-chat went dead
it blew apart but i still ain t dead
All over this beautiful city, what s wrong with my head
Now that s an item that i wouldn t mind to find, you ll never guess what s up my mucking head blew up my chins in an old man s backyard
it blew apart but i still ain t dead
And landed in pontiac, but there s my tongue hanging off the lightpost
I gotta call from nate the mack, i m down on my luck, southwest ghetto zone
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty, i m trying to rap to this freak, i throw a bone to try to distract