85 Bucks an Hour 歌词
| 歌曲 | 85 Bucks an Hour |
| 歌手 | Twiztid |
| 专辑 | Mostasteless |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark, 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! | |
| (music starts) | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| I'm violent j but my homies call me ************thead | |
| But that's my homies, to you i'm violent j ************ | |
| I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
| (dave) | |
| Yo dawg, i'm dave and i don't give a ******* | |
| (violent j) | |
| I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
| Technically, for island i can only rap | |
| Well ******* that, with twiztid i'ma still spit | |
| Even though i got a cold and i sound like ************t | |
| What the ******* was that? ******* it, leave it in, that ************t is phat | |
| You heard this beat eighty times i'ma still freak it | |
| And if you notice, my ************t don't even rhyme... | |
| Look at that. i ain't even got a rap and it's still phat | |
| My ************t 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'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off! | |
| Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our ************es | |
| Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
| Instead i'll just ******* 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, ************ shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
| You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
| We got a ca******t 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 ******* | |
| 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 ************ | |
| 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 | |
| ************, get outta my way. we got clown love | |
| Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
| (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 ******' cigarette | |
| I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack | |
| So shut the ******* up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
| I slap hoes and call them ******* to thier face | |
| And scream "now ******* off ************, twiztid in the place" | |
| So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
| 'cause simply my dear, i don't give a *******! | |
| (music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up) | |
| ???????? | |
| (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 ************t 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 | |
| (************gy 2 ****) | |
| My names 2 ****, and sometimes ************gy | |
| Sometimes ************s, and sometimes greedy | |
| I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
| Locked down in all five, ******* 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 | |
| Mother******' bungee jump | |
| Waaaaaah! | |
| (music cuts to violent j) | |
| I'm violent j back to make you smile more | |
| I let my ******* drag on the tile floor | |
| I kick free styles, for miles | |
| My gold comes in piles, i worked on bell isle... | |
| I picked up deer ************t, and now i spit raps... | |
| I snap your neck... | |
| 'cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
| (door opens, closes) |
| zuo qu : Clark, 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! | |
| music starts | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| I' m violent j but my homies call me thead | |
| But that' s my homies, to you i' m violent j | |
| I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
| dave | |
| Yo dawg, i' m dave and i don' t give a | |
| violent j | |
| I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
| Technically, for island i can only rap | |
| Well that, with twiztid i' ma still spit | |
| Even though i got a cold and i sound like t | |
| What the was that? it, leave it in, that t is phat | |
| You heard this beat eighty times i' ma still freak it | |
| And if you notice, my t don' t even rhyme... | |
| Look at that. i ain' t even got a rap and it' s still phat | |
| My t 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' ma turn ' em up louder to piss you off! | |
| Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our es | |
| Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
| Instead i' ll just 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, shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
| You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
| We got a ca t 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| , get outta my way. we got clown love | |
| Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
| monoxide child | |
| It' s the mono, and i can' t even spell the rest | |
| It takes too long and i need a ' cigarette | |
| I can' t hear, my right ear' s mad wack | |
| So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
| I slap hoes and call them to thier face | |
| And scream " now off , twiztid in the place" | |
| So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
| ' cause simply my dear, i don' t give a ! | |
| music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
| ???????? | |
| 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 t 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 1800 crenshaw. we comin' hard. | |
| music starts | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| gy 2 | |
| My names 2 , and sometimes gy | |
| Sometimes s, and sometimes greedy | |
| I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
| Locked down in all five, 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 | |
| Mother' bungee jump | |
| Waaaaaah! | |
| music cuts to violent j | |
| I' m violent j back to make you smile more | |
| I let my drag on the tile floor | |
| I kick free styles, for miles | |
| My gold comes in piles, i worked on bell isle... | |
| I picked up deer t, and now i spit raps... | |
| I snap your neck... | |
| ' cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
| door opens, closes |
| zuò qǔ : Clark, 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! | |
| music starts | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| I' m violent j but my homies call me thead | |
| But that' s my homies, to you i' m violent j | |
| I put my boys on a track even though they suck | |
| dave | |
| Yo dawg, i' m dave and i don' t give a | |
| violent j | |
| I did a record deal, i signed a contract | |
| Technically, for island i can only rap | |
| Well that, with twiztid i' ma still spit | |
| Even though i got a cold and i sound like t | |
| What the was that? it, leave it in, that t is phat | |
| You heard this beat eighty times i' ma still freak it | |
| And if you notice, my t don' t even rhyme... | |
| Look at that. i ain' t even got a rap and it' s still phat | |
| My t 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' ma turn ' em up louder to piss you off! | |
| Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our es | |
| Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook | |
| Instead i' ll just 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, shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh, | |
| You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. | |
| We got a ca t 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| , get outta my way. we got clown love | |
| Fat props to the lyrical tom dove | |
| monoxide child | |
| It' s the mono, and i can' t even spell the rest | |
| It takes too long and i need a ' cigarette | |
| I can' t hear, my right ear' s mad wack | |
| So shut the up and listen or get an ass kickin' | |
| I slap hoes and call them to thier face | |
| And scream " now off , twiztid in the place" | |
| So back up, recognize and check nuts | |
| ' cause simply my dear, i don' t give a ! | |
| music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up | |
| ???????? | |
| 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 t 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 1800 crenshaw. we comin' hard. | |
| music starts | |
| Bring it, bring it, bring it | |
| gy 2 | |
| My names 2 , and sometimes gy | |
| Sometimes s, and sometimes greedy | |
| I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill | |
| Locked down in all five, 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 | |
| Mother' bungee jump | |
| Waaaaaah! | |
| music cuts to violent j | |
| I' m violent j back to make you smile more | |
| I let my drag on the tile floor | |
| I kick free styles, for miles | |
| My gold comes in piles, i worked on bell isle... | |
| I picked up deer t, and now i spit raps... | |
| I snap your neck... | |
| ' cause my freestyles are fresh... | |
| door opens, closes |
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