2 Skinnee J's - Pa** The Buck lyrics

Rumor has it that there's been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttleco*k But give it back to me and it gets ill got Oh no, you must be mistaken I abhor your tortures, but there will be no confessions from me My lips are locked like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault I heard the rumor had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it pa**ed right through I've made mistake before, yes I must be fair I saw YOU drop the ball like at New Year's, Times Square Where did the buck stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Huegonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy head I rise to my defense, counsel approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction my conviction appeals to the fabrication of the fiction Never tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to point the finger, here's the middle one I pa** the puck like Lindros pa** the puck Papparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what the? I don't think so I'll sing so you get the picture I solemly swear on a stack a scriptures Script was written and I'm just an actor Try to pull through all the bull like a tractor Attractive as a scapegoat, but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the ones that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But give them an inch they'll take a light year