85 Bucks an Hour
(violent j)
Chillin' at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a
Beat mike. come on!
(music starts)
Uh, uh, uh
I'm violent j but my homies call me ************thead
But that's my homies, to you i'm violent j ** **********
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
(dave)
Yo dawg, i'm dave and i don't give a *** ****
(violent j)
I did a record deal, i signed a contract
Technically, for island i can only rap
Well ******* that, with twiztid i'ma still spit
Even though i got a cold and i sound like ************t
What the ******* was that? **** *** it, leave it in, that ************t is phat
You heard this beat eighty times i'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my * ***********t don't even rhyme...
Look at that. i ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My ******* *****t went gold, i got fat knots
And you're still flyer'in parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So i'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our ************es
Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook
Instead i'll just ******* with the phone book
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
Hello?
(slim anus)
Yeah uh, harry sacks please?
(guy)
Who is this?
(slim anus)
Uh harry, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery,
Uh, *********** * shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage.
We got a ca******t of fudge. we need as many packers as we
Can get, uh uh sacks.
(guy)
...hello?
(music starts)
Uh uh
(jamie maddrox)
My name is jamie maddrox and i got fat ***** **
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green ******** ****
I'm far from rich, i gotta hoopty
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail light and i'll smash you
************, get outta my way. we got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove
(monoxide child)
It's the m-o-n-o, and i can' t even spell the rest
It takes too long and i need a ******' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the ****** * up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them ******* to thier face
And scream 'now ******* off ****** ******, twiztid in the place'
So back up, recognize and check nuts
'cause simply my dear, i don't give a *******!
( music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
????????
(mo' styles)
Yo, this is mo' styles in this piece, what's up son?
(guy)
Hello?
(mo' styles)
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 to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this ************ t or what?
(guy)
Who's this?
(mo' styles)
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.
(music starts)
Bring it, bring it, bring it
(************gy 2 ****)
My names 2 ****, and sometimes ************gy
Sometimes ************s, and sometimes greedy
I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill
Locked down in all five, ******* it, i do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped,
I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back like
Mother******' bungee jump
Waaaaaah!
(music cuts to violent j)
I'm violent j back to make you smile more
I let my ******* drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, i worked on bell isle...
I picked up deer **** ********t, and now i spit raps...
I snap your neck...
'cause my freestyles are fresh...
(door opens, closes)