85 Bucks An Hour Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(feat. Insane Clown Posse) 

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 ain't 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 

'cause my freestyles are fresh