Song | 85 Bucks an Hour |
Artist | Twiztid |
Album | Mostasteless |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
(violent j) | |
Chillin' at the studio... | |
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a | |
Beat mike. come on! | |
(music starts) | |
Uh, uh, uh | |
I'm violent j but my homies call me ************thead | |
But that's my homies, to you i'm violent j ************ | |
I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
(dave) | |
Yo dawg, i'm dave and i don't give a ******* | |
(violent j) | |
I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
Technically, for island i can only rap | |
Well ******* that, with twiztid i'ma still spit | |
Even though i got a cold and i sound like ************t | |
What the ******* was that? ******* it, leave it in, that ************t is phat | |
You heard this beat eighty times i'ma still freak it | |
And if you notice, my ************t don't even rhyme... | |
Look at that. i ain't even got a rap and it's still phat | |
My ************t went gold, i got fat knots | |
And you're still flyer'in parking lots | |
You might say my vocals are up too loud | |
So i'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off! | |
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our ************es | |
Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
Instead i'll just ******* with the phone book | |
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up) | |
Hello? | |
(slim anus) | |
Yeah uh, harry sacks please? | |
(guy) | |
Who is this? | |
(slim anus) | |
Uh harry, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery, | |
Uh, ************ shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
We got a ca******t of fudge. we need as many packers as we | |
Can get, uh uh sacks. | |
(guy) | |
...hello? | |
(music starts) | |
Uh uh | |
(jamie maddrox) | |
My name is jamie maddrox and i got fat ******* | |
I'm always urinating in the motel halls | |
I got a big head that never fits a hat | |
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green ************ | |
I'm far from rich, i gotta hoopty | |
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too | |
I gotta a broken tail light and i'll smash you | |
************, get outta my way. we got clown love | |
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
(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 ******' cigarette | |
I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack | |
So shut the ******* up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
I slap hoes and call them ******* to thier face | |
And scream "now ******* off ************, twiztid in the place" | |
So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
'cause simply my dear, i don't give a *******! | |
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up) | |
???????? | |
(mo' styles) | |
Yo, this is mo' styles in this piece, what's up son? | |
(guy) | |
Hello? | |
(mo' styles) | |
Yeah, what's up son? i'm lookin' fo this deal, | |
You know what i'm sayin'? i | |
Got raps to bust fo y'all. y'all ready fo mo' styles? | |
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this ************t or what? | |
(guy) | |
Who's this? | |
(mo' styles) | |
Word up son. i'm mo' styles, i'm straight from the hood. | |
I got all my peoples on 1-800 crenshaw. we comin' hard. | |
(music starts) | |
Bring it, bring it, bring it | |
(************gy 2 ****) | |
My names 2 ****, and sometimes ************gy | |
Sometimes ************s, and sometimes greedy | |
I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
Locked down in all five, ******* it, i do this still | |
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth | |
Shake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvis | |
Last kid that stepped, | |
I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back like | |
Mother******' bungee jump | |
Waaaaaah! | |
(music cuts to violent j) | |
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 deer ************t, and now i spit raps... | |
I snap your neck... | |
'cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
(door opens, closes) |
zuo qu : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
violent j | |
Chillin' at the studio... | |
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a | |
Beat mike. come on! | |
music starts | |
Uh, uh, uh | |
I' m violent j but my homies call me thead | |
But that' s my homies, to you i' m violent j | |
I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
dave | |
Yo dawg, i' m dave and i don' t give a | |
violent j | |
I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
Technically, for island i can only rap | |
Well that, with twiztid i' ma still spit | |
Even though i got a cold and i sound like t | |
What the was that? it, leave it in, that t is phat | |
You heard this beat eighty times i' ma still freak it | |
And if you notice, my t don' t even rhyme... | |
Look at that. i ain' t even got a rap and it' s still phat | |
My t went gold, i got fat knots | |
And you' re still flyer' in parking lots | |
You might say my vocals are up too loud | |
So i' ma turn ' em up louder to piss you off! | |
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our es | |
Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
Instead i' ll just with the phone book | |
music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
Hello? | |
slim anus | |
Yeah uh, harry sacks please? | |
guy | |
Who is this? | |
slim anus | |
Uh harry, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery, | |
Uh, shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
We got a ca t of fudge. we need as many packers as we | |
Can get, uh uh sacks. | |
guy | |
... hello? | |
music starts | |
Uh uh | |
jamie maddrox | |
My name is jamie maddrox and i got fat | |
I' m always urinating in the motel halls | |
I got a big head that never fits a hat | |
So you ain' t see me wearing a damn thing green | |
I' m far from rich, i gotta hoopty | |
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too | |
I gotta a broken tail light and i' ll smash you | |
, get outta my way. we got clown love | |
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
monoxide child | |
It' s the mono, and i can' t even spell the rest | |
It takes too long and i need a ' cigarette | |
I can' t hear, my right ear' s mad wack | |
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
I slap hoes and call them to thier face | |
And scream " now off , twiztid in the place" | |
So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
' cause simply my dear, i don' t give a ! | |
music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
???????? | |
mo' styles | |
Yo, this is mo' styles in this piece, what' s up son? | |
guy | |
Hello? | |
mo' styles | |
Yeah, what' s up son? i' m lookin' fo this deal, | |
You know what i' m sayin'? i | |
Got raps to bust fo y' all. y' all ready fo mo' styles? | |
I' m ' bout to kick this flow, y' all ready fo this t or what? | |
guy | |
Who' s this? | |
mo' styles | |
Word up son. i' m mo' styles, i' m straight from the hood. | |
I got all my peoples on 1800 crenshaw. we comin' hard. | |
music starts | |
Bring it, bring it, bring it | |
gy 2 | |
My names 2 , and sometimes gy | |
Sometimes s, and sometimes greedy | |
I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
Locked down in all five, it, i do this still | |
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant ' em in your mouth | |
Shake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvis | |
Last kid that stepped, | |
I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back like | |
Mother' bungee jump | |
Waaaaaah! | |
music cuts to violent j | |
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 deer t, and now i spit raps... | |
I snap your neck... | |
' cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
door opens, closes |
zuò qǔ : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
violent j | |
Chillin' at the studio... | |
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a | |
Beat mike. come on! | |
music starts | |
Uh, uh, uh | |
I' m violent j but my homies call me thead | |
But that' s my homies, to you i' m violent j | |
I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
dave | |
Yo dawg, i' m dave and i don' t give a | |
violent j | |
I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
Technically, for island i can only rap | |
Well that, with twiztid i' ma still spit | |
Even though i got a cold and i sound like t | |
What the was that? it, leave it in, that t is phat | |
You heard this beat eighty times i' ma still freak it | |
And if you notice, my t don' t even rhyme... | |
Look at that. i ain' t even got a rap and it' s still phat | |
My t went gold, i got fat knots | |
And you' re still flyer' in parking lots | |
You might say my vocals are up too loud | |
So i' ma turn ' em up louder to piss you off! | |
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our es | |
Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
Instead i' ll just with the phone book | |
music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
Hello? | |
slim anus | |
Yeah uh, harry sacks please? | |
guy | |
Who is this? | |
slim anus | |
Uh harry, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery, | |
Uh, shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
We got a ca t of fudge. we need as many packers as we | |
Can get, uh uh sacks. | |
guy | |
... hello? | |
music starts | |
Uh uh | |
jamie maddrox | |
My name is jamie maddrox and i got fat | |
I' m always urinating in the motel halls | |
I got a big head that never fits a hat | |
So you ain' t see me wearing a damn thing green | |
I' m far from rich, i gotta hoopty | |
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too | |
I gotta a broken tail light and i' ll smash you | |
, get outta my way. we got clown love | |
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
monoxide child | |
It' s the mono, and i can' t even spell the rest | |
It takes too long and i need a ' cigarette | |
I can' t hear, my right ear' s mad wack | |
So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
I slap hoes and call them to thier face | |
And scream " now off , twiztid in the place" | |
So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
' cause simply my dear, i don' t give a ! | |
music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
???????? | |
mo' styles | |
Yo, this is mo' styles in this piece, what' s up son? | |
guy | |
Hello? | |
mo' styles | |
Yeah, what' s up son? i' m lookin' fo this deal, | |
You know what i' m sayin'? i | |
Got raps to bust fo y' all. y' all ready fo mo' styles? | |
I' m ' bout to kick this flow, y' all ready fo this t or what? | |
guy | |
Who' s this? | |
mo' styles | |
Word up son. i' m mo' styles, i' m straight from the hood. | |
I got all my peoples on 1800 crenshaw. we comin' hard. | |
music starts | |
Bring it, bring it, bring it | |
gy 2 | |
My names 2 , and sometimes gy | |
Sometimes s, and sometimes greedy | |
I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
Locked down in all five, it, i do this still | |
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant ' em in your mouth | |
Shake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvis | |
Last kid that stepped, | |
I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back like | |
Mother' bungee jump | |
Waaaaaah! | |
music cuts to violent j | |
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 deer t, and now i spit raps... | |
I snap your neck... | |
' cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
door opens, closes |