Groupie Therapy

[Skit] Oh my God Yeah Turn the station, dude Nah, man, oohwee Man, give a nigga the remote control and shit Ayy, man, turn from that shit, bunny Oh my God Dang You see that? He said "flow" and shit (Dang) Yo, dude, why don't you slow down on the remote, dude? Nah, just turn No, man Yo, dude, it's time for some Madden, dude Nah, hold up Nah, we can't be playin' Madden all day, dude (Yay, bitch) Turn that shit Yeah Ayo, Lip, let's go get somethin' to eat, dude Alright, I'm 'bout to go get the Madden Hell yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga Naw, man, niggas should be reading books, you know Sydney, are you one of these celebrities caught up on these groupie eps? (Oh, shit) Or do you just flat-out give 'em too much credit? (What? What?) Well, I'm Dr. Oh M'Lord of the Industry Ep Institute (Aw, man, shit) We're here for you, we've been there Yo, this shit ain't real, dude Call this number at the bottom of the screen, it goes [Intro] 1-900-0-0 1-900-0-0 1-900-0-0 1-900-0-0 1-900-0-0 1-900-0-0 1-900— oh, I got a caller, uh, what's your name? Uh, Bootie Brown, what you got to say, homie? Yup [Verse 1: Bootie Brown] I was standing, one of the cast of many I would give anything to swing hand-in-hand with her But it was just a blur, I couldn't blame Why give up fortune and the fame For a nigga who can barely afford his name? So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about her when I'm waitin' on calls across the border Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause that moment could be near And it was, now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational But she knew that I wanted it She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok, now she jock Blowin' up my Paktel and my doorbell I had to check myself as well, love boat won't sail 'Cause I'm no captain, let 'em know from the start I let you break me off, but I won't let you break my heart [Interlude] So check it out now, check it out now, check it out now, uh (So hello, hello, hello, and how you doin'?) Check it out now, check it out now (So hello, hello, hello, and how you doin'?) Uh [Verse 2: Slimkid3] So I'm surrounded by bitches (Uh-huh) Now this is the most incredible shit in Slimkid history (History) So watch if you will (A'ight) The moment some good shit pop and they be foggin' up your grill Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like Massengill Still burnin' (Uh), shit now and I'm still learnin' (Yuh) How not to fuck with your baby or make you my old lady You just overcasting, your ass is shady Tryna block the sunlight with all of that hype And now I'm discontinuin' all of this pipe that I've been layin' As long as you keep swayin' to another crew's tempo (What?) I gotta let you go and that's simple So get it through your two temples Because I'm tryna live phatter than a blimp ho And you exempt (Exempt), and I won't simp on a write-off So step out my world and turn the light off (Bitch) [Interlude] (So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'?) (So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'?) [Verse 3: Fat Lip] She was my high school sweetheart, down from start When all I had was high hopes, my health, and my art But when I got my fame, she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said, "For sure 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure, baby, your nigga's faithful" So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates, I see the baddest eights At the backstage gate lookin' great Straight waitin' for a nigga, so now I figure "Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out to LA to say what I had to say [Interlude: Fat Lip] Nah, I still love you, but it's just, ayy, I gotta Ayy, that's bullshit, if you still loved me, then you wouldn't be treatin' me like this, I don't understand Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a dick thing, that's all I do (Ayo, man, let's rip, love) Ayy, I gotta be out, baby, I'll come 'round with you later [Verse 4: Fat Lip] Now, I gets back the very next week Only to learn the tables turned like a technique, twelve hundred Last thing in the world that I wanted Was my girl goin' out every night, gettin' blunted And zooted with a clique of well-known, reputed Groupie hoes from all the hip-hop shows Backstage with her little backpack tryna get chose By another nigga with talent, wealth, and fame Oh, I suppose I guess I got myself to blame For turning her out into a hip-hop freak Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week (Twice a week, twice a week) [Interlude: Imani] So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the freak (Yeah) So let me speak [Verse 5: Imani] Instantly, she made another selection 'Cause he was in the line, plus had the money connection Correction, way more paid is why she laid and played A charade in the game of deception This mysterious mistress is just an actress (Yeah) Of the mattress 'cause She's a wannabe mack-tress Well-built, but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it, why this is dedicated To all of them type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused in the lake of illusion With no values is why they're constantly losin' (Losin') Choosin' to get abusin'