[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 sh**head
But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J b**h
I put my boys on a track even though they s**
"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 sh**
What the f** was that?! (Coughs)
f** it, leave it in that sh** was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my sh** don't even rhyme
Look at that ...
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My sh** 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 piss you off
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on penises
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 an*s down at the cannery uh
Dick 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 balls
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 damn thing green b**h
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**h
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**hes to their face
And scream "Now f** off b**h, 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 sh** 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)
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
My name's 2 Dope
And sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs
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 muthaf**in bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Violent J]
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 Belle Isle
I picked up deer sh** and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cause my free styles are fresh
[Laughs]