Help Me

Deuce:

Hello?

Record Label:

Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo uthere?

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 tr-

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 burry you boy, Imma burry you!

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!

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!

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 am better than that,

I'm a veteran, kid,

Get these kids offa 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!

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!

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 white Obama bitch!

Hey Yuma, let's get the fuck outta here!