$85 Bucks an Hour lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
Chillin' at the studio...
Chillin at the studio
85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on!
Uh, Uh, Uh

[Verse 1: Violent J & Legz Diamond]
I'm Violent J but my homies call me sh*thead
But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J b*tch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a f*ck
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
Well f*ck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like sh*t
*noise* What the f*ck was that?
f*ck it, leave it in, that sh*t is phat
You heard this beat eighty times, I'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my sh*t don't even rhyme...
...Look at that
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My sh*t went gold, I got fat knots
And you're still flyerin' parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'ma turn 'em up louder to p*ss you off!
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off our p*nises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just f*ck with the phone book
[Skit]
Hello?
Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery. Uh, di*k Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, you filling 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?

[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox & Violent J]
Uh, uh
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls (Uh huh)
I'm always urinating in the motel halls (That's right)
I got a big head that never fits a hat (Word up)
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green b*tch
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
b*tch, get outta my way, we got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical Tom Dub (Whoop whoop!)

[Verse 3: Monoxide]
It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a f*ckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the f*ck up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them b*tches to their face
And scream "Now f*ck off b*tch, Twiztid in the place"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
Cause simply my dear, I don't give a f*ck!
[Skit]
Psychopathic
Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son?
Hello?
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 sh*t or what?
Who's this?
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

[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
Bring it, bring it, bring it
My name's 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy (Uh)
Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Guido (Uh huh)
I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill (That's right)
Locked down in all five, f*ck it, I do this still (Whoop whoop)
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wigglin' my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied a Camel Clutch
And stretched his back like motherf*ckin' bungee jump
What!

[Outro: Violent J]
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 sh*t, and now I spit raps
I snap your neck, 'cause my freestyles are fresh
*Laughing*
*Door opens and closes*