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**thead
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 f**k"
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can only rap
But f**k that, with Twiztid I`ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like s**t
What the f**k was that?
F**k it, leave it in, that s**t was phat

You heard this beat 80 times and I`ma still freak it
And if you notice my s**t don`t even rhyme
Look at that, I ain`t even got a rap and it`s still phat
My s**t went gold, I got fat knots
And you`re 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 f**k with the phonebook

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?

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

It`s the M O N O and I can`t even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a f**kin` cigarette
I can`t hear, my right ear`s mad wack
So shut the f**k up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face
And scream, "Now f**k off bitch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
`Cuz simply my dear, I don`t give a f**k

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 s**t 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)

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, f**k 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 muthaf**kin` bungie jump
What
(Uh, uh, uh)

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 s**t and now I spit raps
I snap your neck `cuz my free styles are fresh