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Beep! 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: Uhhh... 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! (Song starts) (Chrous) 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:] 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, Like it's down syndrome make you want to load a clip and, Put 'em around in them, make 'em drown in with, These other rap stars are like clowns it's sick, Like Monica Lewinsky sucking on a 6 inch toothpick bitch, Just got her boobs in so she can do it do it Make a new c***. While these kids are downloading and they're saying profound shit, 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 2X) [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 looks baby turn it up, I don't need mtv when I sell this much, I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son, Imma be better than them, I'm a veteran, kid, I came to get these kids offa medicine bitch, So who's better than him, I'mma ruin that bitch, I told 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 2X) [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 2X) 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!
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