Week 11: Butter Side-Up Story
Starring: Buttercup, Butch, & Boomer
Location: VMA's, Townsville, CA
When I was just a regular teenage girl I thought that famous people like actors' singers and directors had it easy but I figured out the hard way that is it isn't, in fact it's a lot worst. Before I was discovered I had a boyfriend still do actually, his name is Boomer Jojo I love him we have been dating for about two years now anyway, ever since I became famous this one guy Butch has been so obsessed with me. He thinks that I should date someone famous. I shut him down several times but he just won't stop, it got to a point that he tells the media that he 'got some' and that we're basically dating and get this the media actually believes him! So I decided to make a big announcement this way everyone knows.
"Bubbles you don't have to do this, I know you love me and not him that's all that really matters." Boomer's hand rested on my cheek.
"Yeah we knows that but he doesn't and I want to make it known, I want him to stop obsessing over me and get his life." I gave Boomer a quick peck on the lips before fixing my short light almost white dress, flipping my high pigtails to the front of my shoulders and going up on stage. Everyone who was everyone was there; this was the VMA'S.
"I was like, why you so obsessed with me?"
I asked looking right at Butch.
"So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
Will the real MC please step to the mic?
MC- You need an MC, place to be
MC the MC
All up in the blogs, sayin' we met at the bar,
When I don't even, know who you are.
Sayin' we up in your house, sayin' I'm up in your car,
But you in LA, and I'm out at Jermaine's.
I'm up in the A, you're so so lame,
And no one here, even mentions your name.
It must be the weed, it must be the E,
Cause you be poppin' hood, you get it poppin'.
Ahhh Ohhhh.
Why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me.
When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me.
Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress,
Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.
You're delusional, you're delusional,
Boy you're losing your mind.
It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,
Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex.
Ooh Ohh Ohh.
Boy why you so obsessed with me?
So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.
And all the ladies sing,
So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.
All the girls sing.
(Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed.)"
Butch's jaw tightened but I didn't care the look on the reporters face was priceless; I could almost hear them asking "So was none of that true?"
"You on your job, you hatin' hard,
Ain't goin' feed you, I'mma let you starve.
Graspin' for air, and I'm ventilation,
You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin'.
Tellin' the world how much you miss me,
But we never were, so why you trippin'?
You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation,
I'm the, press conference, you're a conversation.
Ahhh Ohhhh.
Why you so obsessed with me?
And boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me.
When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me.
Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress,
Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.
You're delusional, you're delusional,
Boy you're losing your mind. (Mind)
It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,
Why you wasting your time? (Mind)
Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,
Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex.
Ooh Ohh Ohh.
Boy why you so obsessed with me?
So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.
And all the ladies sing,
So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.
All the girls sing.
(Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed.)
Ahhh Ohhhh. (Ay)
Why you so obsessed with me? (He's all up in George Foreman).
And boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me. (Lying that you're sexing me.)
When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me.
Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress, (Ohh)
Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this. (Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.)
(Fade out)
You're delusional, you're delusional, (He's all up in my George Foreman).
Boy you're losing your mind. (Mind)
It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,
Why you wasting your time? (Mind)
Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,
Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex..."
A part of me felt bad for the guy but another part of me couldn't care less. While he was making his life better with theses lies he's been making Boomer's and mine's life worse. Everyone in the US thought that I slept with Butch and that I did unmentionables but I didn't and I never will especially with someone who would lie on national television for what? Fame? Nope he has that. To look good? Even though he did me wrong I have to admit he has that to so why would he say such things, was he bored? I have no clue. I have one question for you Mr. Butch, why are you so obsessed with me?
SO SO SO SORRY for last week but it won't happen again I feel like the worst person in the plant, I hope you readers like the song it's been stuck in my head for a while so I said what the hay. Anyway REVIEW!