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 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,
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 clit. 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!