Guts

Written by Douglas Firestein

There’s this company in China
Makin’ black market chips
Not the kind they put in telephones
We’re talkin’ much crazier shit

I bought a tiny white pill
That detonates once ingested
The worst thing about using it
Is finding where a sucka’s head is

It’s the wave of the future
Yeah, i’m ridin’ on the crest
Renewin’ my certification
Puttin’ suckas to the test
There’s a million ways to die
I find most of them appealin’
Especially the explosive kind
Scrapin’ your guts off of the ceilin’
(Scrape, scrape)
(Scrape them guts)
I’m gonna scrape them…..guts
(Scrape, scrape)
(Scrape them guts)

There’s this market in Bangkok
Sells body parts from a morgue
The last time i was on a plane
I read the ad in a brochure

When i went it was a nice selection
I bought some fingers with disease
It’s easy to dip them in sucka’s soup
Then watch them die from it slowly

It’s the wave of the future
Yeah, i’m ridin’ on the crest
Renewin’ my certification
Puttin’ suckas to the test
There’s a million ways to die
I find most of them appealin’
Especially the infectious kind
Spreadin’ germs to the millions
(Spread, spread)
(Spread them germs)
I’m gonna spread them…..germs
(Spread, spread)
(Spread them germs)

There’s a million ways to die
I find most of them appealin’
If it’s infectious and explosive
Then my game is really dealin’
(Scrape, scrape)
(scrape them guts)
I’m gonna scrap them…..guts
(Spread, spread)
(Spread them germs)
I’m gonna spread them…..germs

(Scrape, scrape)
(scrape them guts)
(Spread, spread)
(Spread them germs)

“Did you get that Bob? I’m not sure about this one. I usually only kill suckas one way and this time there’s two. Seems kinda off-brand if you know what i mean….oh shit, is the mic still on? Aw well, screw it. We’ll just fade this out at the end.”