[Deuce:]
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Hello?
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[Record Label:]
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Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo you there?
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[Deuce:]
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Hey yeah! What's up!
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[Record Label:]
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So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?
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[Deuce:]
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B-Birdy, yeah that's
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[Record Label:]
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WTF are you thinking!?
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Help Me... [plays fades in, in the background]
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[Deuce:]
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Uhhhhh...I'm very busy I'm doin' shit you know?
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[Record Label:]
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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!
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[Arguing]
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[Record Label:]
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I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't not comin' out without my permission! Imma burry you boy, Imma burry you!
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[Chorus:]
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Help me I ain't got no brains,
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Help me I can't feel no pain,
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Help me I can't stand the rain,
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Help me before I drift away!
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Help me I ain't got no brains,
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Help me I can't feel no pain,
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Help me I can't stand the rain,
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Help me before I drift away!
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm the George Bush of this rap shit,
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You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my black ass,
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I'm the white Obama bitch,
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You could judge this when I flip middle finger up a little while I quit,
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I'm sick of these people tryin' to tell me what I got,
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These thousand drums make you want a little click,
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Put 'em around in there, make 'em drown in with,
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These other rap stars are like clowns it's sick,
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Like Monica Lewinsky when She's sucking on a 6 inch toothpick bitch,
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Just got her boobs in so she can do it do it
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Make a new clit. While these kids are downloading and he sounds profound,
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Yeah I ain't going down with my hand on my dick,
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While the next world trade center blows up quick,
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Hold up I think you need another doughnut Mr. officer,
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Everybody go nuts!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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Look what I've become,
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This place I've begun,
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Started as The One and still don't give a fuck,
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These bitches gettin' love,
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No more Grenade a' Dove,
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You 30 rappers *blech*,
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You still ain't gotta buzz,
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You can dream, you can dream but you gonna suck,
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I got the voice and the lips baby turn it up,
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I don't need MTV when I sell this much,
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I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son,
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I am better than that,
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I'm a veteran, kid,
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Get these kids offa medicine bitch,
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Who's better than him,
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I'mma ruin that bitch,
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I'mma tell you once now I'mma tell you again,
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At least fight back, pussy,
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Give me a challenge,
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I'm the BOSS motherfucker you don't want no static,
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B-O-S-S, Deuce is back bitch,
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Yo Truth (what's up),
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Pass the automatic!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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Yeah!
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These labels want to put me away for good,
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They wanna keep me in the hood,
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But I keep swinging right back like you know I should,
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Making history in the books,
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You suck,
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There's no buts,
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The whole music industry can lick my nuts,
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Motherfucker I ain't got no love for some fake ass wannabe Donald Trump!
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[Outro]
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[Record Label:]
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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!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Deuce:]
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Uh huh, uh huh!
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Yeah I ain't even gotta fucking try!
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You know why?
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Cause I sound good Whenever I talk, whenever I spit, whenever I sing, bitch.
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I'm the white Obama bitch!
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Hey Yuma, let's get the fuck outta here!
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Help Me
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Deuce |