(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 shithead 

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 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'ma still spit 

Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit 

What the fuck was that?! (Coughs) 

Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat 

You heard this beat 80 times and 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 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 penises 

Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook 

Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook 



[Phone rings]

Hello? 

Yeah uh Harry Sacks please? 

Who is this? 

Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus 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 casement 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 bitch 

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, bitch 

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 fuckin cigarette 

I can't hear 

My right ear's mad wack 

So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking 

I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face 

And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place!" 

So back up, recognize and check nuts 

Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck! 



[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 shit 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, fuck 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 muthafuckin bungie jump 

What! 

(Uh, uh, uh) 



[Violent J]

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 Belle Isle 

I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps 

I snap your neck 

Cause my free styles are fresh. 

[Laughs]