(feat. Insane Clown Posse)

Chillen at the studio

Chillen at the studio
85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike

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 and I don't five a $#&@"
I did a record deal I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap

But $#&@ that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
Even though I got a cold, and I sound like %#@!
What the $#&@ was that?

$#&@ it, leave it in, the %#@! is phat
You heard this beat 80 times and it's still freakin
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 phat knots
And you're still flyering parkin lots

You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!
Psychopathic records are geniuses

Get off our ^&@#$es
Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook
Instead I'll just $#&@ with the phone book

Hello?
Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please
Who's this?

Hairy, hey this is Slim !@^! down at the canery
Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin
Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh,

Garage we got a ca!@&(t 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 (*##$
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
(*##$ get outta my way we got Clown Love

Phat props to the lyrical town dove
It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes to long and I need a $#&@en cigarette

I can't hear my right ears mad whack
So shut the $#&@ up and listen or get and $$# kicked
I slap hoes, and call them (*##$es to there faces

And scream out !#@* OFF !#$*,
Twiztid in their place
So back off recognize and check this

Simply my dear I don't give a !#@*
Psychopathic
Yo there's more chiles 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 Chile's?
I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what?
Who's this?

We're light son,
I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood
I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw

We commin home
My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy

I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill
I done it all five, $#&@ 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
I skipped that step

Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha $#&@en bungy jump
WHAT?
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 Bell Isle
I picked up dear %#@!
And now I spit raps
I snap your neck

Cuz my freestyles are fresh