Help Me

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    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)

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    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!

    (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!

    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 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!

    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!

    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!

    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!

    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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