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.