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 sh-thead
but that’s my homies, to you i’m violent j b-tch
i put my boys on a track even though they suck
(dave)
yo dawg, i’m dave and i don’t give a f-ck
(violent j)
i did a record deal, i signed a contract
technically, for island i can only rap
well f-ck that, with twiztid i’ma still spit
even though i got a cold and i sound like sh-t
what the f-ck was that? f-ck it, leave it in, that sh-t is phat
you heard this beat eighty times i’ma still freak it
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 fat knots
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-ss you off!
psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our p-n-ses
here comes the chorus, but i got no hook
instead i’ll just f-ck with the phone book
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
h-llo?
(slim -n-s)
yeah uh, harry sacks please?
(guy)
who is this?
(slim -n-s)
uh harry, hey this is slim -n-s down at the cannery,
uh, d-ck shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
you filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage.
we got a cas-m-nt of fudge. we need as many packers as we
can get, uh uh sacks.
(guy)
…h-llo?
(music starts)
uh uh
(jamie maddrox)
my name is jamie maddrox and i got fat b-lls
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-mn thing green b-tch
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-tch, get outta my way. we got clown love
fat props to the lyrical tom dove
(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-ckin’ cigarette
i can’t hear, my right ear’s mad wack
so shut the f-ck up and listen or get an -ss kickin’
i slap hoes and call them b-tches to thier face
and scream “now f-ck off b-tch, twiztid in the place”
so back up, recognize and check nuts
’cause simply my dear, i don’t give a f-ck!
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
?
(mo’ styles)
yo, this is mo’ styles in this piece, what’s up son?
(guy)
h-llo?
(mo’ styles)
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’ styles?
i’m ’bout to kick this flow, y’all ready fo this sh-t or what?
(guy)
who’s this?
(mo’ styles)
word up son. i’m mo’ styles, 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
(sh-ggy 2 dope)
my names 2 dope, and sometimes sh-ggy
sometimes sh-gs, and sometimes greedy
i get mad stupid, i gets mad ill
locked down in all five, f-ck 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
motherf-ckin’ bungee jump
waaaaaah!
(music cuts to violent j)
i’m violent j back to make you smile more
i let my n-ts-ck 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 sh-t, and now i spit raps…
i snap your neck…
’cause my freestyles are fresh…
(door opens, closes)
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