Lyrics 85 Bucks An Hour - Insane Clown Posse , Twiztid
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
I'm
Violent
J
but
my
homies
call
me
'Shithead'
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
give
a
fuck)
I
did
a
record
deal,
I
signed
a
contract
Technically,
for
Island
I
can
only
rap
But
fuck
that,
with
Twiztid
I'mma
still
spit
Even
though
I
got
a
cold
and
I
sound
like
shit
What
the
fuck
was
that?
Fuck
it,
leave
it
in,
that
shit
is
phat
You
heard
this
beat
eighty
times,
I'mma
still
freak
it
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
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
to
piss
you
off!
Psychopathic
Records
are
geniuses
Get
off
our
penises
Here
comes
the,
but
I
ain't
got
no
Instead
I'll
just
fuck
with
the
phone
book
(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
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?)
Uh
Uh
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
see
me
wearing
a
damn
thing
green
bitch
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
Bitch,
get
outta
my
way.
We
got
clown
love
Fat
props
to
the
lyrical
Tom
Dove
It's
the
M-O-N-O,
and
I
can't
even
spell
the
rest
It
takes
too
long
and
I
need
a
fuckin'
cigarette
I
can't
hear,
my
right
ear's
mad
wack
So
shut
the
fuck
up
and
listen
or
get
an
ass
kickin'
I
slap
hoes
and
call
them
bitches
to
thier
face
And
scream
"Now
fuck
off
bitch,
Twiztid
in
the
place"
So
back
up,
recognize
and
check
nuts
Cause
simply
my
dear,
I
don't
give
a
fuck!
(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
shit
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
Bring
it,
bring
it,
bring
it
My
names
2 Dope,
and
sometimes
Shaggy
Sometimes
Shags,
and
sometimes
Greedy
I
get
mad
stupid,
I
gets
mad
ill
Locked
down
in
all
five,
fuck
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
Motherfuckin'
bungee
jump
WAAAAAAH!
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
shit,
and
now
I
spit
raps...
I
snap
your
neck...
Cause
my
freestyles
are
fresh...
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1 Mr. Johnson' Head
2 85 Bucks An Hour
3 I'm Not Alone
4 Hokus Pokus
5 Hey Vato
6 Dead Pumpkins
7 Fat Sweaty Betty
8 Willy Bubba
9 Graveyard
10 Fuck Off
11 I Didn't Mean To Kill Him
12 Southwest Strangla
13 Santa's A Fat Bitch
14 Witching Hour
15 Clown Love
16 Red Christmas
17 House Of Wonders
18 Mr. Rotten Treats
19 Piggy Pie (Old School)
20 Halloween On Military Street
21 Dog Beats
22 Mental Warp
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