Help Me

[Intro: Deuce (Record Label)] Hello? (Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo you there?) Hey yeah! What's up! (So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?) B-Birdie, yeah, birdie, yeah that's- (What the fuck are you thinking, huh?) Uh... You know, I'm busy, I'm doin' shit you know? (What the fuck is going on through your brain? We're big, you know that, right?) Uh-huh (We're a fucking major label! You ain't gonna be startin' your own band! Fuck is going on through your brain?) What's going on through my brain? (Are you fucking nuts? I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't not comin' out without my permission! I'ma bury you boy, I'ma bury you!) [Hook: Deuce] (x2) Help me! I ain't got no brains Help me! I can't feel no pain Help me! I can't stand the rain Help me 'fore I drift away! [Verse 1: Deuce] I'm the George Bush of this rap shit, You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my black ass I'm the white Obama bitch, You could judge this when I flip middle finger up a little while I quit I'm sick of these people tryin' to tell me what I got These thousand drums make you want a little click Put 'em around in there, make 'em drown in with These other rap stars are like clowns it's sick Like Monica Lewinsky when She's sucking on a 6 inch toothpick bitch Just got her boobs in so she can do it, do it Make a new clit. While these kids are downloading and he sounds profound Yeah I ain't going down with my hand on my dick While the next world trade center blows up quick Hold up I think you need another doughnut, Mr. Officer Everybody go nuts! [Hook: Deuce] (x2) Help me! I ain't got no brains Help me! I can't feel no pain Help me! I can't stand the rain Help me 'fore I drift away! [Verse 2: Deuce] Look what I've become This place I've begun Started as The One and still don't give a fuck, These bitches gettin' love No more Grenade a' Dove You 30 rappers *blech* You still ain't gotta buzz You can dream, you can dream but you gonna suck I got the voice and the lips baby turn it up I don't need MTV when I sell this much I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son I'mma be better than them I'm a veteran, kid Get these kids off medicine bitch Who's better than him I'mma ruin that bitch I'mma tell you once now I'mma tell you again At least fight back, pussy Give me a challenge I'm the BOSS motherfucker you don't want no static B-O-S-S, Deuce is back bitch Yo Truth (what's up) Pass the automatic! [Hook: Deuce] (x2) Help me! I ain't got no brains Help me! I can't feel no pain Help me! I can't stand the rain Help me 'fore I drift away! [Verse 3: Deuce] Yeah! These labels want to put me away for good They wanna keep me in the hood But I keep swinging right back like you know I should Making history in the books You suck There's no buts The whole music industry can lick my nuts Motherfucker I ain't got no love for some fake ass wannabe Donald Trump! [Record Label] Deuce can suck my fucking contract! You do what I say, I ain't making you famous! You're not fucking bitches without my permission! [Hook: Deuce] (x2) Help me! I ain't got no brains Help me! I can't feel no pain Help me! I can't stand the rain Help me 'fore I drift away! [Outro: Deuce] Uh huh, uh huh! Yeah I ain't even gotta fucking try! You know why? Cause I sound good Whenever I talk, whenever I spit, whenever I sing, bitch I'm the fucking white Obama bitch! Hey Yuma, let's get the fuck outta here!