[Intro: Violent J]
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

[Verse 1: Violent J & Legz Diamond]
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
Well fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit
*noise* What the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty times, I'ma 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 flyerin' parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'ma 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
[Skit]
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?

[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox & Violent J]
Uh, uh
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls (Uh huh)
I'm always urinating in the motel halls (That's right)
I got a big head that never fits a hat (Word up)
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 (Whoop whoop!)

[Verse 3: Monoxide]
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 their 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!
[Skit]
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

[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
Bring it, bring it, bring it
My name's 2 Dope, and sometimes Shaggy (Uh)
Sometimes Shags, and sometimes Guido (Uh huh)
I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill (That's right)
Locked down in all five, fuck it, I do this still (Whoop whoop)
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wigglin' my pelvis
Last kid that stepped, I applied a Camel Clutch
And stretched his back like motherfuckin' bungee jump
What!

[Outro: 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
*Laughing*
*Door opens and closes*