(feat. Insane Clown Posse)    Chillen at the studio   Chillen at the studio   85 bucks an hour   So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike   I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head   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 five a fuck"   I did a record deal I signed a contract   Technically, for Island I can only rap   But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit   Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit   What the fuck was that?   Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat   You heard this beat 80 times and it's still freakin   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 phat knots   And you're still flyering parkin lots   You might say my vocals are up too loud   So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!   Psychopathic records are geniuses   Get off our penises   Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook   Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book   Hello?   Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please   Who's this?   Hairy, hey this is Slim Anus down at the canery   Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin   Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh,   Garage we got a casement of fudge   We need as many packers as we can get   Duh, ugh, Sacks   Hello?   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 aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch   I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie   With a smash in the fender and in the back to   I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you   Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love   Phat props to the lyrical town dove   It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest   It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette   I can't hear my right ears mad whack   So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked   I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces   And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH,   Twiztid in their place   So back off recognize and check this   Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK   Psychopathic   Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son?   Hello? Yeah what's up son?   I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin?   I got raps to bust for ya'll   Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's?   I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what?   Who's this?   We're light son,   I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood   I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw   We commin home   My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy   Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy   I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill   I done it all five, fuck it I do it still   Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth   Shake my hips like Elvis   Wigglin my pelvis   I skipped that step   Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump   WHAT?   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 Bell Isle   I picked up dear shit   And now I spit raps   I snap your neck   Cuz my freestyles are fresh