Free Studio - The Entire Hatchet Family Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(Violent J) 

You guys ready? 

Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio 

Lotus Pod, Uhh 

I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy style 

I keep it raunchy and funky 

Like a dirty laundry pile 

I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap 

I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can't 

I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door. 

I put Zach Gowen in a figure four 

in front of the liquor store 

I can get pimply like pillow talk with love songs 

Anyway that I can get up in that ass like a thong 

I brings it on 

(Esham) 

Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone 

I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome 

I'm all up in your home, you all alone 

Twilight zone, 

ET phone home 

Don't pick up the chrome, 

no don't pick up the chrome 

When she picked up the phone 

the back of her brains blown 

No screams, no moans 

Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on 

Now that you're dead on gone 

(Anybody Killa) 

Listen up, pay attention while this shits still in my head 

Psychopathic mothafucker 

Representing black and red 

Pointing fingers at my enemies 

Native nuts get these 

Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please 

Have you ever heard the sound 

Of a meat cleaver swinging? 

Head in a handbag, hoe church singing 

Stare up at the moon hoe 

Look at all the light 

That's where you run 

When you see some killers in sight 

(Monoxide Child) 

They call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E 

And it really don't matter what you think of me 

I'm up in this bitch for free 

Hanging with family 

And all I keep thinking is 

I hope somebody brought a bag of weed 

I like them flavored blunt wraps 

Or a peach white owl 

But here, I'm in a hurry 

So just pack a bowl for now 

It's still a hatchet bitch 

Ain't nothing change 

But my bracket bitching 

If you just can't deal with that 

(Come and see the red and black) 

(Jumpsteady) 

As the cold night folds round 

We be creeping without a sound 

With rydas who are bound 

As the steering wheel turns around 

Our ghost car drifting in and out the street lights 

Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights 

Heads be bobbing 

As smoke is floating from window cracks 

A nightmare Cadillac with white reflected off our gats 

Demons without reason 

Or the mercy we once knew 

Revenge is like the sweetest joy 

Bringing visions of de ja vu 

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie) 

I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B 

It's the B-L-A-Z-E 

Microphone and weed fiend 

Down with Nicotine 

And my homie M-O-N-O 

Wrap you with Cellophane 

And I cut the head off the Devil 

Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J 

Nobody standing in the way 

You better watch what you say 

Keep it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox 

And strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope 

Up on the block 

(Shaggy 2 Dope) 

My name is Joey Utsler 

It ain't no Joseph fucking Utssler 

Fuck off 

Before they find your head in a dumpster 

I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as fuck 

I got some fucking explosives 

And pipe bombs in the truck 

I shot the senator 

And I don't even know who that is 

I'm tighter then a 2 door Escort 

Packed with 7 fat kids 

So tell your momma to fuck off 

And I'm coming to dinner 

You've got a hot bitch in the D 

I probably had my dick up in her 

(Jamie Madrox) 

Ooooh, free is like my favorite word 

Right next to food 

Freaks and flowing on the microphone 

Bitch, I bring the absurd 

Corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of TWIZTID! 

2 to the double O 4 

And I'm still rapping with for the hatchet 

In the free studio 

With panty hose on the mic screen 

40 bottles e'rywhere 

Killer rolling the light green 

Light the blunt up 

So we can lace the cut up 

And dub my shit to cassette 

Even if I fuck up 

It's just the free studio 

(Syn) 

You've got some pussy 

(I got some dick for that) 

Ride with us bitch 

(And you ain't coming back 

Why don't you just take a look at my hatchet) 

Here come the train, try and catch it 

(What, I know this planet can't match it) 

I take your booty and I smack it 

Because my name is Syn 

(and that's all I do 

So fuck you) 

FREE STUDIO 

FREE STUDIO 

(Rude Boy) 

That's right it's a fucking free studio 

It's the Lotus Pod 

The motherfucking studio we own 

Psychopathic, yeah 

That's right, this the Rude Boy right here 

Coming to you from Southwest 

All the way to the East side 

This city is ours 

Boss up!