Help Me lyrics

[Deuce:]

Hello?

[Record Label:]

Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo you there?

[Deuce:]

Hey yeah! What's up!

[Record Label:]

So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?

[Deuce:]

B-Birdy, yeah that's

[Record Label:]

WTF are you thinking!?

Help Me... [plays fades in, in the background]

[Deuce:]

Uhhhhh...I'm very busy I'm doin' shit you know?

[Record Label:]

WTF is goin' on through your brain? We're big, we're a fucking major label! You ain't gonna be startin' your own band!

[Arguing]

[Record Label:]

I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't not comin' out without my permission! Imma bury you boy, Imma bury you!

[Chorus:]

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 before I drift away!

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 before I drift away!

[Verse 1:]

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!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

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'ma 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!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

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!

[Outro]

[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!

[Chorus x2]

[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!