Baby Mother

Baby Mother Phone rings. Foxy - Hello? Phone goes dead. Phone rings again. Foxy - Hello? Girl - (whispering) B**** Foxy - Ey yo, who is this? Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone Foxy - What? Girl - B****, you heard me, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother! Foxy - Y'all groupies, what do why'all do? why'all just get together and plot s*** like this at 4:00am in the morning? Girl - Yo, you f*** on it 'cause your a f*ckin' rapper, b****, put my f*ckin' Baby Father on the phone! Foxy - Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your butt or something Girl - What?! b**** wait'll I see you crawl up yo b**** a**, ima whoop dat a**, you mink wearin' b****, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know i'll take up all yo ice! Foxy - You sound like a lil' a** girl. Look b****, we don't know your bum a** and a n**** ain't claiming nothin that i have. nice try, b****. Hangs up.