Free Studio

Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh [Verse 1: Violent J] I split your whole fuckin' forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can't I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door I put Zach Gowen in a figure four in front of the liquor store I can get pimply like pillow talk with love songs Anyway that I can get up in that ass like a thong, I brings it on [Verse 2: Esham] Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone I'm sippin' shots of syrup straight to the dome I'm all up in your home, you all alone Twilight zone, ET phone home Don't pick up the chrome, no don't pick up the chrome When she picked up the phone, the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans, not a mortician Make sure your head gets sewn on now that you're dead on gone [Verse 3: Anybody Killa] Listen up, pay attention while this shit's still in my head Psychopathic motherfucker representin' black and red Pointing fingers at my enemies, native nuts, get these Mark ass bustas actin' hard, bitch, please Have you ever heard the sound of a meat cleaver swingin'? Head in a handbag, ho church singin' Stare up at the moon, ho, look at all the light That's where you run when you see some killers in sight [Verse 4: Monoxide] They call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E And it really don't matter what you think of me I'm up in this bitch for free, hanging with family And all I keep thinkin' is I hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry, so just pack a bowl for now It's still a hatchet, bitch, ain't nothin' change but my bracket bitchin' If you just can't deal with that (Come and see the red and black) [Verse 5: Jumpsteady] As the cold night folds 'round, we be creepin' without a sound With rydas who are bound as the steerin' wheel turns around Our ghost car driftin' in and out the street lights Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights Heads be bobbin' as smoke is floatin' from window cracks A nightmare Cadillac with white reflected off our gats Demons without reason or the mercy we once knew Revenge is like the sweetest joy, bringin' visions of d�j� vu [Verse 6: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E, microphone and weed fiend Down with Nicotine and my homie M-O-N-O Wrap you with Cellophane, and I cut the head off the Devil Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J Nobody standin' in the way, you better watch what you say Keep it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox And strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope up on the block [Verse 7: Shaggy 2 Dope] My name is Joey Utsler, it ain't no Joseph fuckin' Utssler Fuck off before they find your head in a dumpster I'm cruisin' down 7 Mile, dirty as fuck I got some fuckin' explosives and pipe bombs in the truck I shot the senator, and I don't even know who that is I'm tighter then a 2 door Escort packed with seven fat kids So tell your momma to fuck off, and I'm comin' to dinner You've got a hot bitch in the D, I probably had my dick up in her [Verse 8: Jamie Madrox] Ooh, free is like my favorite word, right next to food Freaks and flowin' on the microphone, bitch, I bring the absurd Corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of Twiztid Two to the double O four, and I'm still rappin' with for the hatchet In the free studio, with panty hose on the mic screen 40 bottles e'rywhere, killer rollin' the light green Light the blunt up so we can lace the cut up And dub my shit to cassette even if I fuck up It's just the free studio [Verse 9: Syn] You've got some pussy, I got some dick for that Ride with us, bitch, and you ain't comin' back Why don't you just take a look at my hatchet Here come the train, try and catch it What, I know this planet can't match it I take your booty, and I smack it Because my name is Syn, and that's all I do, so fuck you [Outro: Rude Boy] (Free studio) (Free studio) "That's right it's a fuckin' free studio" "It's the Lotus Pod" (Free studio) "The motherfuckin' studio we own" (Free studio) "Psychopathic, yeah" "That's right, this the Rude Boy right here" (Free studio) "Comin' to you from Southwest" (Free studio) "All the way to the East side" (Free studio) "This city is ours" "Boss up!" (Free studio)