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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 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 five 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 and it's still freakin 
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 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 penises 
Here comes the chorus, but I ain't 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 canery 
Ugh, take shoot at 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 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 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 their place 
So back off recognize and check this 
Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK 
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, 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 
I skipped that step 
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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