Insane Clown Posse - 85 Bucks an Hour (feat. Twiztid) 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! 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]