Therapy Check Up (Skit) Lyrics
Ayy, hold on one second, I got a phone call
Hello?
Hey, I take it since I haven’t seen anything in the news lately, you haven’t used that gun I gave you
Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feed, Joyner
Don’t tell me all these years in therapy resulted in nothing
I thought you were a man now, Joyner
I, I am a man
No, you’re not
I mean I thought you were
But now you’re proving me wrong
You know something?
I’m getting the feeling you wanna make me upset, Joyner
I’m getting the feeling you think I’m some type of joke, don’t you?
Nah, I don’t
Yes, you do
Just say it
You think I’m some type of fucking game that you can play with
I’m your therapist
When I tell you to do something, you do it
It’s been a few weeks, and you haven’t killed anything yet
I’m giving you a few days and if I don’t turn on the news and see some blood, then maybe I have to show you how it’s done
And maybe, I’ll start with your parents
Goodbye, Joyner
