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[Deuce:] Hello? [Record Label:] Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo you there? [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 [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! Letras de canciones[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! [Chorus:] 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, 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! [Chorus x2] [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 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! [Chorus x2] [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 x2] [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! From Letras Mania