Lyrics Erika With Breakfast (Skit) - GR3Y

And the body of President Kennedy is being transferred
And why the fuck
Are you guys playing the JFK assassination
Jesus Christ, bro
The president's just got shot
This is breaking fucking news
Uh, no it isn't
He died in 1963
Almost 60 fucking years ago
No he died today
Do you fucking got it, kiddo
Daddy stop
GR3Y, listen to your father
Oh, what is wrong with the both of you
We are on a date and you wanna fuck the God damn waiter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Don't you talk to your mother that way you little piece of shit
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to
Where is your manager
Manager
This is my house
I'm the fucking manager
You're the fucking son
Why do you always have to get him riled up you ignorant prick
Who the fuck is knocking at the door
It's just the milk man, sweetie
Bet you wanna fuck him to don't you
I'm gonna fucking kill this kid
You arrogant piece of shit
We'll see who's laughing now
Do it, do it, do it, get him daddy
No, no, please please please
No, no, no
Two priests who were with President Kennedy say he is dead