Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid - 85 Bucks an Hour lyrics

Chillin' at the studio
Chillin at the studio 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on!
Uh, Uh, Uh

I'm Violent J but my homies call me Shithead
But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a
Track even though they suck
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
Well fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold
And I sound like shit
Noise What the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty times
I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyerin' parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book

Hello? Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?
Who is this? Uh Harry
Hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery
Uh, Dick 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 hello?

Uh, uh
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
(Uh, huh)
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
(That's right)
I got a big head that never fit's a hat
(Word up) so you ain't see me wearing
A damn thing green bitch
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
Bitch, get outta my way, we got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom Dub
(Whoop whoop)

It's the M-O-N-O
And I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I
Need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen
Or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them
Bitches to their face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch
Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!

Psychopathic
Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece
What's up son? Hello?
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 shit or what?
Who's this? 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

Bring it, bring it, bring it
My name's 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy (Uh)
Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Guido
(Uh, huh) i get mad stupid, I gets mad ill
(That's right)
Locked down in all five, fuck it
I do this still (Whoop whoop)
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot
And plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wigglin' my pelvis
Last kid that stepped
I applied a Camel Clutch
And stretched his back like
Motherfuckin' bungee 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 Belle Isle
I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
'cause my freestyles are fresh laughing
Door opens and closes