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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 s**t-head, but thats my homies to you im'
violent j b*tch, i put my boys on a track enen though they suck
"yo dog i'm dave, and i don't give a fk"
i did a record deal, signed a contract, technically for island i can only rap
but fk that wit twiztid i'ma still spit, even though i got a cold and i sound
like s**t
what the fk was that, fk it, leave it in that s**t is phat, ya heard this
beat 80 times i'ma still freak it and if ya notice my s**t don't even rhyme!
look at that, i aint even got a rap and it's still phat, my s**t went gold i
got fat nutz and ur still flyerin parking lots, ya might say, my vocals are up
too loud, so i'ma turn 'em up louder to pi*s you off! Psychopathic records are
genuisses, get off our penises, here comes the chorus but i got no hook,
instead i'll just fk wit the phone book
(ring)
hello?
hello hairy sacks please?
hello?
Hairy hey this is slim an*s down at the cannery uh, d*ck Shooter left a
boulintin, something about uh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the uh
garage, we got a casement of fudge we need as many packers as we can get uh uh
sacks.
hello?
my name is jamie madrox and i got fat balls, i'm always urinatin in the motel
halls, i got a big head the never fits a hat, so you aint see me wearin a d*mn
thing green b*tch i'm far from rich i got a hooptie, with a smash in the fender
and in the back tube, i got a broken tail light and i'll smash you b*tch get
outta my way we got clown love phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub
it's the M-O, N-O and i can't even spell the rest, it takes too long and i need
a fking cigarette, i can't hear my right ear's mad wack so shut the fk and
listen or get an as* kickin, i slap hoes and call 'em girls to their face,
and scream to "fk off b*tch! Twiztid in the place" so back up recognize and
check nuts, cuz simply my dear i don't give a fk!!
(ring)
Psychopathic...
yo this Mo Styles in the peace wussup son?
hello?
hey wussup son i'm looking for this deal ya know what i'm sayin i got raps ta
bust for yall, yall ready for Mo Styles i'm i'm bout kick this flow you rady
for this s**t or what?
who's this?
i'm Mo Styles straight from the hood i got all my peoples on 1800 and Crenshaw
we coming hard
(bring it bring it bring it bring it!)
My names 2 dope and sometimes sh*ggy, sometimes sh*ggs and sometimes gweedy i
gets mad stupid i gets mad ill and i done it all fine fk i do the spill
strech my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in ur mouth stretch my hip
like elvis wigglin my pelvis, last kid that stepped i applied the camel clutch stretched ya back like a muth* fkin bungy jumper WAIT!!
i'm violent j back to make ya smile more, i let my nut sack drag on the tile
floor, i kick free-styles for miles my gold comes in piles, i worked on Bell
Isle, i picked up deer s**t, and i now i spit raps, i snap ya neck, cuz my
freestyles are fresh...