Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 85 Bucks An Hour , by - Twiztid. Release date: 23.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
85 Bucks An Hour |
| 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 |
| (Dave) |
| Yo dawg, I’m Dave and I don’t give a fuck |
| (Violent J) |
| I did a record deal, I signed a contract |
| Technically, for Island I can only rap |
| Well 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 flyer’in 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 chorus, but I got no hook |
| Instead I’ll just fuck 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, 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 |
| (Guy) |
| …Hello? |
| (Music Starts) |
| Uh Uh |
| (Jamie Maddrox) |
| My name is Jamie Maddrox 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 Dub |
| (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 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! |
| (Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up) |
| Psychopathic |
| (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 shit 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 |
| (Shaggy 2 Dope) |
| My names 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy |
| Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Gweedy |
| 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! |
| (Music Cuts to 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 shit, and now I spit raps… |
| I snap your neck… |
| Cause my freestyles are fresh… |
| (Door Opens, closes) |