85 Bucks An Hour (Explicit)-Twiztid/Insane Clown Posse

(feat. Insane Clown Posse) Chillen at the studio Chillen 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 sh*t head But that's my homies to you I'm Violent J b**ch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a f**k" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap But f**k that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like sh*t What the f**k was that? F**k it, leave it in, the sh*t is phat You heard this beat 80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my sh*t don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My sh*t went gold, I got phat knots And you're still flyering parkin lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off our penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook Instead I'll just f**k with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is Slim Anus down at the canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, Garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, 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 ever seein me wear a damn thing green b**ch I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender and in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you B**ch get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a f**kin' cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the f**k up and listen or get and a** kicked I slap hoes, and call them b**ches to there faces And scream out F**K OFF B**CH, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and check this Simply my dear I don't give a F**K Psychopathic Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? We're light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 D**e and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill I done it all five, f**k it I do it still Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped that step Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha f**kin' bungy jump WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Bell Isle I picked up dear sh*t And now I spit raps I snap your neck 'cause my freestyles are fresh