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'