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Songtext von help me – deuce lyrics

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help me


[record label:]
yes, h-llo, aron, deuce, yo you there?

hey yeah! what’s up!

[record label:]
so a little birdie tells me you’re working on a new record, is that true?

b-birdy, yeah that’s

[record label:]
wtf are you thinking!?

help me… [plays fades in, in the background]

uhhhhh…i’m very busy i’m doin’ sh-t you know?

[record label:]
wtf is goin’ on through your brain? we’re big, we’re a f-cking major label! you ain’t gonna be startin’ your own band!


[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!

[verse 1:]
i’m the george bush of this rap sh-t,
you can tell randy jackson to kiss my black -ss,
i’m the white obama b-tch,
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 b-tch,
just got her b–bs in so she can do it do it
make a new cl-t. while these kids are downloading and he sounds profound,
yeah i ain’t going down with my hand on my d-ck,
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 f-ck,
these b-tches 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 b-tch,
who’s better than him,
i’mma ruin that b-tch,
i’mma tell you once now i’mma tell you again,
at least fight back, p-ssy,
give me a challenge,
i’m the boss motherf-cker you don’t want no static,
b-o-s-s, deuce is back b-tch,
yo truth (what’s up),
p-ss the automatic!

[chorus x2]

[verse 3:]
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,
motherf-cker i ain’t got no love for some fake -ss wannabe donald trump!


[record label:]
deuce can suck my f-cking contract! you do what i say, i ain’t making you famous! you’re not f-cking b-tches without my permission!

[chorus x2]

uh huh, uh huh!
yeah i ain’t even gotta f-cking try!
you know why?
cause i sound good whenever i talk, whenever i spit, whenever i sing, b-tch.
i’m the white obama b-tch!

hey yuma, let’s get the f-ck outta here!

- deuce текст песни