85 Bucks An Hour
Chillin at the studio, chillin at the studio,
85 bucks an hour, so hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike,
I'm Violent J but my homies call me shithead,
but thats my homies to you I'm Violent J bitch,
I put my boys on a track eventhough 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,
but with Twiztid I'ma still spit, eventhough I got a cold and I sound like shit,
what the fuck was that, fuck it leave it in that shit's phat,
you heard this beat 80 times but I'ma still freak it,
and if you notice my chit don't even rhyme,
my shit went gold, I got phat knots, and you're still flyering parking lots,
you might say that my vocals are up to loud,
so I'ma turn em up louder to piss you off,
Psychopathic Records are geniuses, ger off our penises,
here comes hte chorus but I got no hook, instead I'll just fuck with the phone book
Hello? Yeah uh, hairy sacks please. Who is this? Hairy this is Slim Anus down at the canery, uh take shot at the bulletin, somethin about uh you fillin in his slot tonight down at the uh garage, we got a casement of fudge we need as many packers as we can get duh, 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 never seein me wear a damn thing green bitch,
I'm far from rich I got a Hoop D 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 love,
Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub,
It's the M-O-N-O and I can't even spell the rest,
it takes to 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 kickin,
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face,
and scream out fuck off bitch, Twiztid's in the place,
so back off recognize and check this, cuz simply my dear I don;t give a FUCK,
Psychopathic,
Yo, this is Mo chiles in this piece what up son?  Hello? Yeah what up son?
I'm lookin for this deal you know what I'm sayin? I gots raps to bust for ya'll.
Ya'll ready for Mo Chiles? I'm bout to kick this flow you ready to kick it or what?
Who is this? We're light son, my names Mo Chiles, straight from the hood,
I got all my people on 1-800 and Crenshaw,
We commin home,
My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy,
and sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedo,
I gets mad stupid I gets mad ill, I done it all five, fuck it I still do it,
stretch my nuts back like a slinshot and plant em in your mouth,
shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis,
I skipped that step,
Apply the camera clutches sn step it back like a mother fuckin bungee jump, WHAT?!!?!?!?!?!?!?
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more,
I let my nut sack drag on the tile floor,
I kick freestyles for miles,
my gold comes in piles,
I worked on Bell Isle,
I picked up deer shit,
and now I spits raps,
I snap your neck cuz my freestyles are fresh.