"Family Therapy (Skit)" lyrics

Hey, welcome back
How's my boy Joyner doing?
Ah, I don't know what's going on with him, doctor
He's outta control
He just doesn't listen
He does whatever he wants and fights with me
And now he refuses to take his medicine
Man, this some bullshit
Ah, I see
And yesterday, I told him to clean his room
And he called me a stupid bitch
No way, Joyner, why would you say that to your mother?
It's okay, baby, shit
Yeah, doc, I mean, we tried everything
I took his PlayStation, I even whooped his ass
I've had plenty of talks with this kid
And even yesterday, he told me to go fuck myself
Wow
I mean, at this point, he just doesn't get it
We get a call from school like every single day
They ready to expel him, kick him out of the school
And at this point, I can't keep missing work for this kid
I get it, I get it, I've heard enough
Do you guys mind stepping out for a second and leaving me and Joyner alone to talk?
Yeah, yeah, sure, no problem
Babe, get my purse
Joyner, come sit next to me so we can talk
Ah
Hey, I'm proud of you
You're doing exactly what I wanted you to do
Wait, what?
Hey, look at me
You made me proud, kid
You're a good boy
Don't listen to what your parents are telling you to do
They don't know what's going on
So what do you want me to do?
I want you to continue to do what you're doing
But this time, I want you to do more, Joyner
You mean, more like what?
I want you to open this bottom drawer right here and tell me what you see
Uh, that looks like a handgun
It sure is
Man, what you expect me to do with that?
I want you to do what we both know you really want to do
I want you to put this gun in your waistband and walk out of my office and go on a rampage
Wait, what?
I want you to kill everything, anything moves, you kill it
Man, I don't think I can do that
Come on, Joyner, we both know you're a natural
Don't let that ADHD go to waste
Pick up the gun
Man, I don't know if I can do this
Pick up the fucking gun
I said I can't do it
Pick up the fucking gun