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85 bucks an hour lyrics – icp (insane clown posse)


[violent j]
chillin at the studio
chillin at the studio 85 bucks an hour
so hurry up and loop a beat mike, come on!

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 i don’t give a f-ck.”
i did a record deal
i signed a contract
technically for island i can only rap
but f-ck that, with twiztid i’ma still spit
even though i got a cold and i sound like sh-t
what the f-ck was that?! (coughs)
f-ck it, leave it in that sh-t was phat
you heard this beat 80 times and 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 your still flyering parking lots
you might say my vocals are up too loud
so i’mma turn em up louder and i’ll p-ss you off.
psychopathic records are geniuses
get off on p-n-ses
here comes the chorus, but i got no hook
instead i’ll just f-ck with the phonebook

[phone rings]
yeah uh harry sacks please?
who is this?
uh harry hey this is slim -n-s down at the cannery uh,
d-ck shooter left a bulletin, something about uh
tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage
we got a cas-m-nt of fudge, we need as many packers
that we can get uh, uh sacks

[jamie madrox]
my name is jamie madrox and i got fat b-lls
i’m always urinating in the motel halls
i got a big head that never fits a hat
so you ain’t seen me wearin a d-mn thing green b-tch
i’m far from rich i got a hooptie
with a smash in the fender
and in the back too
i got a broken taillight and i’ll smash you, b-tch
get outta my way, we got clown luv
phat 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 f-ckin cigarette
i can’t hear
my right ear’s mad wack
so shut the f-ck up and listen or get an -ss kicking
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!

[phone rings]
yo this mo styles in dis peace, what’s up son?
yeah, what’s up son
i’m lookin’ for this deal you know what i’m sayin
i got raps to bust for y’all
y’all ready for mo styles?
i’m about to kick this flow
you ready for this sh-t or what?
who is this?
word life son
i’m mo styles
i’m straight from the hood
i got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y’all
we coming hard
(bring it, bring it, bring it)

[shaggy 2 dope]
my name’s 2 dope
and sometimes shaggy
sometimes shaggs
and some times gweedy
i get mad stupid
i gets mad i’ll
locked down on all 5, f-ck it
i do this still
stretch my nuts back like a sling shot
i plant em in your mouth
shake my hips like elvis
wiggling my pelvis
last kid that stepped
i applied the camel clutch
and stretched his back like a m-th-f-ckin bungie jump
(uh, uh, uh)

[violent j]
i’m violent j back to make you smile more
i let my n-ts-ck 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 free styles are fresh.

/ icp insane clown posse lyrics