85 Bucks an Hour

Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on! Uhh, uhh, uhh I'm Violent J, but my homies call me Shithead But that's my homies, to you, I'm Violent J, bitch (like) I put my boys on a track even though they suck (Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck) I did a record deal, I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap Well, fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat You heard this beat 80 times, I'ma still freak it And if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got fat knots And you're still flyerin' parking lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off! Psychopathic Records are geniuses Get off our penises (word) Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook Instead, I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yea-uh, Harry Sacks, please? Who is this? Uh, Harry, hey, this is Slim Anus down at the cannery, uh Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage We got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get, uh, uh, Sacks Hello? Uhh, uhh My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls (uh-huh) I'm always urinating in the motel halls (that's right) I got a big head that never fits a hat (word up) So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green bitch (uhh) I'm far from rich, I got a hoopty (hoopty) With a smash in the fender, and in the back too I gotta a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch, get outta my way, we got clown love Fat props to the lyrical Tom Dub (whoop, whoop!) It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the rest (uhh) It takes too long, and I need a fuckin' cigarette (uhh) I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack (uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh) So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin' I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face (whoop, whoop!) And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place" So back up, recognize and check nuts 'Cause simply, my dear, I don't give a fuck (uhh, uhh!) Psychopathic Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up, son? Hello? Yeah, what's up, son? I'm lookin' fo this deal, you know what I'm sayin'? I got raps to bust fo' y'all Y'all ready fo' Mo' Styles? I'm 'bout-, I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo' this shit or what? Who's this? Word up, son, I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw, we comin' hard (Bring it, bring it, bring it) My name's 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy (uh) Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Gweedy (uh-huh) I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill (that's right) Locked down in all five, fuck it, I do this still (whoop, whoop) Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth (yeah) Shake my hips like Elvis, wigglin' my pelvis (yeah) Last kid that stepped, I applied a Camel Clutch And stretched his back like a motherfuckin' bungee jump What! (Uhh, uhh, uhh) I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick freestyles for miles My gold comes in piles, I worked on Belle Isle I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps I snap your neck, 'cause my freestyles are fresh