Fucc Off! (skit) lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


*Beep!*
[Dave Weiner]
Yo, what's up, Lynch?
It's Dave, man, I'm trying to figure out if I can even keep my cool on this sh*t
You know, uhh..
All I can go off of is what I just found out and I-
We talked about this sh*t, I told you what I would and wouldn't f*ckin' do
I told you my concerns
And, guess what?
I get a f*cking call from the cops and this is the f*cking bullsh*t I gotta go through now
I gotta turn around and explain this sh*t to Trav?
You're not even around, the cops-
The f*ck?
I'm done
f*ck you
I'm done
Good luck to your f*ckin' cannibal f*ckin' serial killin' ass, I'm out
f*ck off
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