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Correct $85 Bucks An Hour Lyrics
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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 shit head 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 But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat You heard this beat 80 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 phat nuts And you're still fly you're in parkin' lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off our penises Here comes the chorus, but I got a no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery Ugh, dick shoot left a the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, Garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, 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 aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender and in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical tom dove It's the m-o-n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in the place So step back and check nuts Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic Yo this mo styles in this peace what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo styles? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready for this shit or what? Who's this? What it like son, I'm Mo Styles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and crenshaw We commin hard My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweed I get mad stupid, I gets mad I'll I done it all five, fuck it I do it still 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 Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy 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 Bell Isle I picked up dear shit And now I spit raps I snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh
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