$85 BUCKS AN HOUR Lyrics

$85 BUCKS AN HOUR 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 shithead But thats my homies, to you i'm Violent J bitch I put 

my boys on the track even tho they suck "Yo dawg im dave and I don't give 

a fuck." I did a record deal, I signed a contract Technically for Island I can 

only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid Imma still spit Even thogh I got a cold 

and i sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in that shit 

was phat You heard this beat 80 times and Imma still freak it And if you 

notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and its 

still phat my shit went gold, I got fat knots and your still flyering parking 

lots you might say my vocals are up too loud So Imma turn 'em up louder to 

piss you off Psychopathic Records are geniuses Get off our penises Here 

comes the chrous but I got no hook so I'll just fuck with the phonebook 

*phone rings* Hello? -yea harry sacks please? Who is this? -uh Harry hey 

this is slim anus down at the cannary, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, 

something about you filling in his slot tonight at the garage We got a 

casement of fudge, we need as many packers that we can get uh, uh 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 seen me 

wearin' a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich I got a hoopty With a 

smash in the fender and in the back too I got a broken tail light and I'll 

smash you, bitch Get outta my way, we got clown luv Fat props to the lyrical 

Tom Dub. It's the M-O-N-O and I can't even spell the rest It takes to 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 kicking I slap hoes and call them bitches 

to their face And scream "Now fuck off bitch,Twiztid in the place!" So back 

up, reconize and check us 'Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck! 

*phone rings* Psychopathic -Yo this Mo Stylez in dis peace, whats up son? 

Hello? -Yea, Whats up son I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin', 

I got raps to bust for yall Ya'll ready ready for Mo Stylez, I'm about to kick 

this flow,you ready for this shit or what? Who is this? -Word life son, I'm Mo 

Stylez I'm straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 

1-800-the-chrenshaw we coming hard (bring it bring it bring it) My names 

2dope, and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and some times Gweedo 

I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill I get down on all 5, fuck it, I do the stilts 

Strech my nuts back like a sling shot and plant 'em in your mouth shake my 

hips like Elvis wiggeling my pelvis Last kid that stepped I applied the 

Camal Clutch and streched his back like a mutherfuckin' bungie jump 

what! I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nut sack 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 shit and now I spit raps I snap your neck 'Cause 

my free styles are fresh.