Free Studio Lyrics

Free Studio lyrics

(Violent J)

You guys ready?

Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up
in the free studio

Lotus Pod, Uhh

I split your whole fucking
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



(Esham)

Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone

I'm sipping 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



(Anybody Killa)

Listen up, pay attention while this
shits still in my head

Psychopathic mothafucker

Representing black
and red

Pointing fingers at my enemies

Native nuts get these

Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please

Have you ever heard the
sound

Of a meat cleaver swinging?

Head in a handbag, hoe church
singing

Stare up at the moon hoe

Look at all the light

That's
where you run

When you see some killers in sight



(Monoxide
Child)

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 thinking 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 nothing change

But my bracket
bitching

If you just can't deal with that

(Come and see the red and
black)



(Jumpsteady)

As the cold night folds round

We be
creeping without a sound

With rydas who are bound

As the steering
wheel turns around

Our ghost car drifting in and out the street
lights

Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights

Heads be bobbing

As smoke is floating 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

Bringing visions of de ja vu



(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 standing 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



(Shaggy 2 Dope)

My name is Joey Utsler

It ain't
no Joseph fucking Utssler

Fuck off

Before they find your head in a
dumpster

I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as fuck

I got some fucking
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 7 fat kids

So tell your momma to fuck off

And I'm
coming to dinner

You've got a hot bitch in the D

I probably had my
dick up in her



(Jamie Madrox)

Ooooh, free is like my
favorite word

Right next to food

Freaks and flowing on the
microphone

Bitch, I bring the absurd

Corrupt and cryptic,
linguistics of TWIZTID!

2 to the double O 4

And I'm still rapping
with for the hatchet

In the free studio

With panty hose on the mic
screen

40 bottles e'rywhere

Killer rolling 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



(Syn)

You've got some pussy

(I got some dick for that)

Ride
with us bitch

(And you ain't coming 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)



FREE STUDIO

FREE STUDIO



(Rude Boy)

That's
right it's a fucking free studio

It's the Lotus Pod

The
motherfucking studio we own

Psychopathic, yeah

That's right, this
the Rude Boy right here

Coming to you from Southwest

All the way to
the East side

This city is ours

Boss up!