Insane Clown Posse 85 Bucks An Hour Lyrics

[Violent J]
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 s___head
But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J b____
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a f___."
I did a record deal
I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can only rap
But f___ that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like s___
What the f___ was that?! (Coughs)
f___ it, leave it in that s___ was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my s___ don't even rhyme
Look at that ...
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My s___ went gold
I got fat knots
And your still flyering parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn em up louder and I'll p___ you off.
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on p____es
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just f___ with the phonebook

[Phone rings]
Hello?
Yeah uh Harry Sacks please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry hey this is Slim a___ down at the cannery uh,
d___ 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?

[Jamie Madrox]
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat b____
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 d___ thing green b____
I'm far from rich I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender
And in the back too
I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you, b____
Get outta my way, we got clown luv
Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub.

[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 f___in cigarette
I can't hear
My right ear's mad wack
So shut the f___ up and listen or get an a__ kicking
I slap hoes and call them b____es to their face
And scream "Now f___ off b____, Twiztid in the place!"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
Cause simply my dear, I don't give a f___!

[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 s___ or what?
Who is this?
Word life 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)

[s___gy 2 Dope]
My name's 2 Dope
And sometimes s___gy
Sometimes s___gs
And some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid
I gets mad ill
Locked down on all 5, f___ 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 m____fuckin bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)

[Violent J]
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my n______ 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 s___ and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cause my free styles are fresh.
[Laughs]