Yo, the cameras are rollin', the tension is thick
Mickey’s in the kitchen lookin' totally sick
He didn't come for friendship or to share a little toast
He’s hauntin' that hallway like a leather-jacket ghost
One wrong look and the vibe starts shifting
Now the Botox is tight and the temper is lifting
Big Brother’s watchin', but Mickey don't care
There’s a storm in the house and a fist in the air
Lock the doors, hide the keys, hit the deck
He’s lookin' for a reason just to snap a little neck
Mickey, Mickey, don’t you lose your cool
It’s a reality show, not a boxing school
He’s got the gravel in his voice and the fire in his eyes
He’s done with the games and the velvet-lined lies
From the big screen to the small screen brawl
He’s about to put his roommate through the drywall
Eviction notice?
Nah, he’s the landlord now
Take a bow, Mickey, take a bow
Check the ratings tomorrow.
