Twiztid - $85 Bucks An Hour Lyrics
(violent j)Chillin at the studio...Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop aBeat mike. come on!(music starts)Uh, uh, uhIm violent j but my homies call me shitheadBut thats my homies, to you Im violent j *****I put my boys on a track even though they suck(dave)Yo dawg, Im dave and I dont give a *****(violent j)I did a record deal, I signed a contractTechnically, for island I can only rapWell ***** that, with twiztid ima still spitEven though I got a cold and I sound like shitWhat the ***** was that? ***** it, leave it in, that shit is phatYou heard this beat eighty times ima still freak itAnd if you notice, my shit dont even rhyme...Look at that. I aint even got a rap and its still phatMy shit went gold, I got fat knotsAnd youre still flyerin parking lotsYou might say my vocals are up too loudSo ima turn em up louder to piss you off!Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penisesHere comes the chorus, but I got no hookInstead Ill 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, dick shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage.We got a casement of fudge. we need as many packers as weCan get, uh uh sacks.(guy)...hello?(music starts)Uh uh(jamie maddrox)My name is jamie maddrox and I got fat ballsIm always urinating in the motel hallsI got a big head that never fits a hatSo you aint see me wearing a damn thing green *****Im far from rich, I gotta hooptyWith a smash in the fender, and in the back tooI gotta a broken tail light and Ill smash you*****, get outta my way. we got clown loveFat props to the lyrical tom dove(monoxide child)Its the m-o-n-o, and I cant even spell the restIt takes too long and I need a *****in cigaretteI cant hear, my right ears mad wackSo shut the ***** up and listen or get an ass kickinI slap hoes and call them *****es to thier faceAnd scream now ***** off *****, twiztid in the placeSo back up, recognize and check nutscause simply my dear, I dont give a *****!(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?(mo styles)Yo, this is mo styles in this piece, whats up son?(guy)Hello?(mo styles)Yeah, whats up son? Im lookin fo this deal,You know what Im sayin? iGot raps to bust fo yall. yall ready fo mo styles?Im bout to kick this flow, yall ready fo this shit or what?(guy)Whos this?(mo styles)Word up son. Im mo styles, Im straight from the hood.I got all my peoples on 1-800 crenshaw. we comin hard.(music starts)Bring it, bring it, bring it(shaggy 2 dope)My names 2 dope, and sometimes shaggySometimes shags, and sometimes greedyI get mad stupid, I gets mad illLocked down in all five, ***** it, I do this stillStretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant em in your mouthShake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvisLast kid that stepped,I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back likeMother*****in bungee jumpWaaaaaah!(music cuts to violent j)Im violent j back to make you smile moreI let my nutsack drag on the tile floorI kick free styles, for milesMy gold comes in piles, I worked on bell isle...I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps...I snap your neck...cause my freestyles are fresh...(door opens, closes)
