*featuring Insane Clown Posse
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Chillen at the studio
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Chillen at the studio
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85 bucks an hour
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So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike
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I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head
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But that's my homies to you I'm Violent J bitch
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I put my boys on a track even though they suck
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"Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a fuck"
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I did a record deal I signed a contract
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Technically, for Island I can only rap
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But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
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Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit
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What the fuck was that?
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Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat
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You heard this beat 80 times and it's still freakin
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And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
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Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
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My shit went gold, I got phat knots
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And you're still flyering parkin lots
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You might say my vocals are up too loud
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So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!
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Psychopathic records are geniuses
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Get off our penises
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Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook
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Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book
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Hello?
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Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please
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Who's this?
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Hairy, hey this is Slim Anus down at the canery
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Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin
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Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh,
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Garage we got a casement of fudge
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We need as many packers as we can get
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Duh, ugh, Sacks
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Hello?
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My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
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I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls
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I got a big head that never fits a hat
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So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch
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I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie
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With a smash in the fender and in the back to
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I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you
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Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love
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Phat props to the lyrical town dove
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It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest
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It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette
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I can't hear my right ears mad whack
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So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked
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I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces
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And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH,
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Twiztid in their place
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So back off recognize and check this
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Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK
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Psychopathic
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Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son?
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Hello? Yeah what's up son?
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I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin?
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I got raps to bust for ya'll
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Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's?
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I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what?
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Who's this?
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We're light son,
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I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood
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I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw
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We commin home
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My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
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Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy
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I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill
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I done it all five, fuck it I do it still
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Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
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Shake my hips like Elvis
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Wigglin my pelvis
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I skipped that step
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Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump
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WHAT?
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I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
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I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor
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I kick free styles for miles
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My gold comes in piles
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I worked on Bell Isle
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I picked up dear shit
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And now I spit raps
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I snap your neck
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Cuz my freestyles are fresh
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85 Bucks An Hour
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