Deuce Help Me Lyrics

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-Birdy, yeah that's

WTF are you thinking!

Help Me

Uh I'm very busy I'm doin' **** you know?

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

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 ****
You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my black ***
I'm the white Obama *****
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 *****
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 ****
While the next world trade center blows up quick
Hold up I think you need another doughnut Mr. officer
Everybody go nuts!

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!

Look what I've become
This place I've begun
Started as The One and still don't give a ****
These *****es 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 *****
Who's better than him
I'mma ruin that *****
I'mma tell you once now I'mma tell you again
At least fight back, *****
Give me a challenge
I'm the BOSS ************ you don't want no static
B-O-S-S, Deuce is back *****
Yo Truth (what's up)
Pass the automatic!

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!

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
************ I ain't got no love for some fake *** wannabe Donald Trump!

Deuce can suck my ****ing contract!
You do what I say, I ain't making you famous!
You're not ****ing *****es without my permission!

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!


Uh huh, uh huh!
Yeah I ain't even gotta ****ing try!
You know why?
Cause I sound good Whenever I talk, whenever I spit, whenever I sing, *****.
I'm the white Obama *****!

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

Written by: Doug Watkins
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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