(Violent J)
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Chillin' at the studio...
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Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a
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beat Mike. Come on!
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(Music starts)
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Uh, Uh, Uh
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I'm Violent J but my homies call me Shithead
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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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(Dave)
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Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck
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(Violent J)
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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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Well fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma 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? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
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You heard this beat eighty times I'ma still freak it
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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 fat nuts
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And you're still flyer'in parking lots
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You might say my vocals are up too loud
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So I'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
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Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penises
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Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
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Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book
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(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)
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Hello?
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(Slim Anus)
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Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?
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(Guy)
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Who is this?
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(Slim Anus)
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Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery,
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uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
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you filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage.
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We got a casement of fudge. We need as many packers as we
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can get, uh uh Sacks.
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(Guy)
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...Hello?
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(Music Starts)
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Uh Uh
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(Jamie Maddrox)
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My name is Jamie Maddrox 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 ain't see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
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I'm far from rich, I gotta hoopty
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With a smash in the fender, and in the back too
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I gotta 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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Fat props to the lyrical Tom Dub
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(Monoxide Child)
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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 too long and I need a fuckin' cigarette
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I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack
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So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin'
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I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier face
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And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
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So back up, recognize and check nuts
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'Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
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(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)
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????????
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(Mo' Childs...Monoxide Child)
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Yo, this is Mo' Childs in this piece, what's up son?
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(Guy)
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Hello?
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(Mo' Childs)
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Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo this deal,
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you know what I'm sayin'? I
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got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Childs?
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I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what?
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(Guy)
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Who's this?
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(Mo' Childs
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Wassup son. I'm Mo' Childs, I'm straight from the hood.
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I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard.
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(Music Starts)
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Bring it, bring it, bring it
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(Shaggy 2 Dope)
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My names 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy
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Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Guid(guido)
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I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill
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Locked down in all five, fuck it, I do this 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, wiggling my pelvis
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Last kid that stepped,
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I applied a Camel Clutch and stretched his back like
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motherfuckin' bungee jump
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WAAAAAAH!
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(Music Cuts to Violent J)
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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, I worked on Bell Isle...
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I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps...
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I snap your neck...
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'Cause my freestyles are fresh...
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(Door Opens, closes)
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$85 Bucks an Hour
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Twiztid |