Twiztid: 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! I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead But that's my homies To you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on the track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a fuck." I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit What the fuck was that (Coughs) Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat You heard this beat 80 times and 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 your still flyering parking lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'ma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off. Psychopathic Records are geniuses Get off on penises Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook Phone rings Hello? Yeah 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 Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers that we can get uh, uh Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the motel halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you ain't seen me wearin a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender And in the back too I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you, bitch Get outta my way, we got clown luv Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub. It's the M, O, N, O, and I can't even spell the rest It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette I can't hear My right ear's mad wack So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face 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! Phone rings Psychopathic Yo this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up son? Hello? Yeah, what's up son I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin I got raps to bust for y'all Y'all ready for Mo Styles? I'm about to kick this flow You ready for this shit or what? Who is this? Word light son I'm Mo Styles I'm straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all We coming hard (Bring it, bring it, bring it) My name's 2 Dope And sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs And some times Gweedy I get mad stupid I gets mad ill Locked down on all 5, fuck it I do this still Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot I plant em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wiggling my pelvis Last kid that stepped I applied the camel clutch And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump What! (Uh, uh, uh) I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nut sac drag on the tile floor I kick free styles 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 free styles are fresh. (Laughs)