[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 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 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 déjà 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)