(feat. Twiztid)

[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 %#@!head

But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J (*##$
I put my boys on a track even though they suck

"Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a $#&@."
I did a record deal
I signed a contract

Technically for Island I can only rap
But $#&@ that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like %#@!

What the $#&@ was that?! (Coughs)
$#&@ it, leave it in that %#@! was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it

And if you notice my %#@! don't even rhyme
Look at that ...
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat

My %#@! 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 ^&@#$es
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just $#&@ with the phonebook


[Phone rings]
Hello?

Yeah uh Harry Sacks please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry hey this is Slim !@^! 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 ca!@&(t 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 (*##$
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, (*##$

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 $#&@in cigarette

I can't hear
My right ear's mad wack
So shut the $#&@ up and listen or get an $$# kicking

I slap hoes and call them (*##$es to their face
And scream "Now $#&@ off (*##$, Twiztid in the place!"
So back up, recognize and check nuts

Cause simply my dear, I don't give a $#&@!

[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 %#@! 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, $#&@ 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 mutha$#&@in bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)

[Violent J]
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my !@*% 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 %#@! and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cause my free styles are fresh.
[Laughs]