a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

y'all can't handle this much douche in the same room (skit) - fawcette lyrics

Loading...

cody: ok brochachos, i brought you brahs here today to give you a once in a lifetime opportunity, aight? listen, last night, i got a call on the cell phone from john janick, y’all douches know who mr. janick?

brad: i don’t know dude, but he sounds like a f*cking nord. what’s his deal?

cody: deal? how bout a focking record deal? if i strike a deal with this, it could be our big break

bryan: a big break? i am a big break. everytime i wear a shirt with sleeves you see a f*ckin’ big break

cody: aight, but listen, this could be an even bigger break. what are the three b’s again?

(all in unison): brews, barbells, b*tches
cody: that’s right. now imagine how many brews, barbells and b*tches we’re gonna get if we get this record deal. we’re gonna be sipping brewskis on top of a mountain in the hollywood hills right next to kylie jenner

chaz: ok, so who is this focking nerd we’re dealing with anyways, this uhh, janick dude?

cody: he’s the f*cking ceo of interscope records. he heard lee king fawcett and wants me to make him a couple bangers, f*cking throbbers if you would

bryan: ceo? sounds like he’s been hitting too many clubs and not enough gyms. i bet his d*mn bench press is as low as my i.q. ya f*cking twink

brad: listen i’mma go in there, and snap him like the string bean he is if he doesn’t give you a good deal aight?

chaz: so listen, i’m gonna walk in there, and tell ‘em, fifty percent of gun violence in this f*cking country is from african americans, the other half are from these two f*cking guns right here if you don’t give us a good deal

cody: broskis, broskis lesson i know you hate f*cking weaklings, but listen, you’ll be talking about the 3 b’s, this janick guy got like 50 b’s. billions. we play it cool, we play it smart, and we make it seem like i’m hot sh*t, and we got that bread machine secured

(all): seem like you’re hot sh*t? of course you’re hot sh*t. yeah yeah brah aight

cody: awesome. so for like, 10 minutes, i’m going to need you brotatos to use the head that’s between your shoulders instead of the head between ya legs, alright?

brad: hmm…not possible

bryan: yeah i don’t know about that one. seems a little too….smart for me

chaz: so you’re telling me, we tell his janick fella that you’re the king sh*t of f*ck mountain, and we all start living lavishly? it’s gonna take everything i got brah, you better not be f*cking with me here

cody: would i ever f*ck you over bro? the only thing that’s getting f*cked over is your wh0re over my bed. come on, let’s get this spray tan done already
(all): *assorted douche grunts, ad*libs, not real full sentences* *entering interscope*

chaz: god d*mn, did i just walk into a f*cking fish market, i thought we we’re walking into a record studio?

bryan: hey baby, what’s good? name’s bryan…….with a y. i know, it’s a pleasure to meet me

brad: woah this place is f*cking sick brahs. think they got a gym in here? i wanna bang out a few sets before i break this nord in half

cody: broskis cool ya f*cking jets, i’m gonna ask this broad to point us in the direction of the elevator, we don’t got all day. hey sl*t, listen, you and me aren’t gonna happen. maybe after a face lift and 30 pounds off your waist, then maybe i’ll give you a shot. anyways, i’m here to see mr. janick. you look like you have a slightly higher iq than a gorilla so….chop chop

brad: listen, tell us where mr. janick’s office is before we break your face, you ugly ass man

chaz: put your fat f*cking nuts on the desk douchebag, say it with your chest

brad: i’mma do it if we don’t get answers quick

chaz: listen i’m trying to find this focking nord cuz i’m trying to make my godd*mn money. i can’t have you holding me up you dumb broad

bryan: listen here you fat f*ck, maybe put the f*cking spoon down and point me to your boss aight?

chaz: hold on, don’t f*cking rush her, she’s gonna finish her ice cream sandwich

bryan: now where’s the f*ck is the boss, baby, sugar tits, c’mon, *cl!ck lips*

woman at counter: mr. janick? well uhh….he’s on the fiftieth floor, so the elevator is actually right behind that staircase over there
brad: ah, of course you know where the elevator is fatty, since i know for a fact you can’t take your 300 pound elephant ass up all those flights of stairs

cody: bros! can it for a sec…..why thank you miss. here’s my number, call me when you hit at least an eight out of ten, and then i’ll consider it. c’mon bros, we got a deal to go sign

chaz: great, i’ve graced this b*tch with my presence enough anyway. it was a pleasure to meet me

(all in unison): douchebag x8
*elevator open*

chaz: this is f*ckin’ it, you’re gonna be more on top than i was on top of your f*ckin’ mother last night

brad: we’re here to get all the f*ckin’ brews, barbells, and the f*ckin’ b*tches you could ever possibly need

- fawcette lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...