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 a
beat Mike. Come on!
(Music starts)

Uh, Uh, Uh
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

(Dave)
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a f___

(Violent J)
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
Well f___ that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like s___
What the f___ was that? f___ it, leave it in, that s___ is phat
You heard this beat eighty times 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 nuts
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 p___ you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our p____es
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just f___ with the phone book

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)
Hello?

(Slim a___)
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?

(Guy)
Who is this?

(Slim a___)
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim a___ down at the cannery,
uh, d___ 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 we
can get, uh uh Sacks.

(Guy)
...Hello?

(Music Starts)
Uh Uh

(Jamie Maddrox)
My name is Jamie Maddrox 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 see me wearing a d___ thing green b____
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
b____, get outta my way. We got clown love
Fat 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__ kickin'
I slap hoes and call them b____es to thier 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___!

(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)
????????

(Mo' Childs...Monoxide Child)
Yo, this is Mo' Childs in this piece, what's up son?

(Guy)
Hello?

(Mo' Childs)
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' Childs?
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this s___ or what?

(Guy)
Who's this?

(Mo' Childs
Wassup son. I'm Mo' Childs, 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

(s___gy 2 Dope)
My names 2 Dope, and sometimes s___gy
Sometimes s___s, and sometimes Guid(guido)
I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill
Locked down in all five, f___ 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
m_________in' bungee jump
WAAAAAAH!

(Music Cuts to 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 Bell Isle...
I picked up deer s___, and now I spit raps...
I snap your neck...
'Cause my freestyles are fresh...

(Door Opens, closes)