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.