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
Im violent j but my homies call me shithead
But thats my homies, to you Im violent j bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
(dave)
Yo dawg, Im dave and I dont give a fuck
(violent j)
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for island I can only rap
Well fuck that, with twiztid ima still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that? fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty times ima still freak it
And if you notice, my shit dont even rhyme...
Look at that. I aint even got a rap and its still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat knots
And youre still flyerin parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So ima turn em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead Ill just fuck with the phone book
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
Hello?
(slim anus)
Yeah uh, harry sacks please?
(guy)
Who is this?
(slim anus)
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.
(guy)
...hello?
(music starts)
Uh uh
(jamie maddrox)
My name is jamie maddrox and I got fat balls
Im always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you aint see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
Im far from rich, I gotta hoopty
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail light and Ill smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. we got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove
(monoxide child)
Its the m-o-n-o, and I cant even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette
I cant hear, my right ears mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin
I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier face
And scream now fuck off bitch, twiztid in the place
So back up, recognize and check nuts
cause simply my dear, I dont give a fuck!
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
(mo styles)
Yo, this is mo styles in this piece, whats up son?
(guy)
Hello?
(mo styles)
Yeah, whats up son? Im lookin fo this deal,
You know what Im sayin? i
Got raps to bust fo yall. yall ready fo mo styles?
Im bout to kick this flow, yall ready fo this shit or what?
(guy)
Whos this?
(mo styles)
Word up son. Im mo styles, Im straight from the hood.
I got all my peoples on 1-800 crenshaw. we comin hard.
(music starts)
Bring it, bring it, bring it
(shaggy 2 dope)
My names 2 dope, and sometimes shaggy
Sometimes shags, and sometimes greedy
I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill
Locked down in all five, fuck 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
Motherfuckin bungee jump
Waaaaaah!
(music cuts to violent j)
Im 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 bell isle...
I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps...
I snap your neck...
cause my freestyles are fresh...
(door opens, closes)