Reality T.V.

Lyrics

[Verse: Black Thought] Yo I'm having trouble at the crib I'm going at it with my baby mother where I live While the soldiers bleed, the economy recede And all she want to watch is reality TV Well, for us, Real Life is Strange Love Some behavior, I couldn't figure the Flavor Dropped out of Charm School when she fell in Love with New York And love money That's what I'm not made of I bought a membership to the Celebrity Fit Club To see if I could stand a Real Chance with this love It don't make sense, the way she try to turn A G To A Gent Don't need Tough Love, don't get it mixed up I was one of them Wildboyz, Shooting for Sizemore She was a little live jawn watching The Osbournes The Best Week Ever had her goin' for broke like Eddie Griffin Or Danny Bonaduce, but nope, she never listened When I drop a Super Sweet 16 Daydreamin of becoming Miss Rap Supreme Or maybe Making a Band, but bring your guns out Sing your lungs out Move out like Daddy's Girls out of Run's House But that's Against All Odds Pick-Up Artists might try to come Pimp Your Ride Real as Real Housewives Of Atlanta Yeah it's real outside It ain't like an episode of College Hill outside Whether it be For The Love of the Payday Or for the love of trying to have a baby for Ray J The most modest model on Project Runway She wanna be Kimora livin' Life In The Fab Lane And change her last name, and since Gotti's Way was passé She watched Salt N Pepa and Celeb Rehab day That's all she talk about at the café I swear to God, it drove me to drink about a half a carafe, hey My head's so spinning I'm so through with women Who watch reruns of The Real World with dinner And Kim Kardashian, moms and Bruce Jenner And Three 6 Mafia show, and Jerry Springer Scott Baio, 46 and Knocked Up I'd rather see The First 48 or Locked Up Instead, it's just a Nanny 911, I'm Trading Spouses Extreme Makeover, she re-arranged the couches Now she keep changing outfits I'm 'bout to have to get at Dr. Phil to do something about this The house not fresh, she not Top Chef I tell her Viva La Bam and she tell me not yet Watching Crib,s lookin' at shit she never gon' get America's Best Dance move, she tryin' to do the step 'Bout to do her like Beyonce and tell her "to the left" Truth be told, she's bout to television me to death YO! [Outro: M.O.P. sample] "Deal wit' it, muthafucka! All day – real wit' it, muthafucka! Deal wit' it, muthafucka! All – day – real wit it, muh--"