Pass The Buck-2 Skinnee J's

Pass The Buck - 2 Skinnee J's 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 shuttlecock 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 passed 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 Hugonots 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 pass the puck like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what the? I don't think so, I'll sing so you get the picture I solemnly 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 one's that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you give them an inch they'll take a light year