Baby Mother
Phone rings.
Hello?
Phone goes dead.
Phone rings again.
Hello?
Bitch
Ey yo, who is this?
Yo, this is fuckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone
What?
Bitch, you heard me, this is fuckin' Baby Mother!
Y'all groupies, what do y'all do? y'all just get together and plot shit
like this at 4:00am in the morning?
Yo, you fuck on it 'cause your a fuckin' rapper, bitch, put my fuckin' Baby
Father on the phone!
Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your butt or
something
What?! bitch wait'll I see you crawl up yo bitch ass, I'ma whoop dat ass,
you mink wearin' bitch, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know I'll take
up all yo ice!
You sound like a lil' ass girl. Look bitch, we don't know your bum ass
and a nigga ain't claiming nothin' that i have. nice try, bitch.
Hangs up.
Autor(es): Inga Marchand
