Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Me, artist - Deuce. Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Help Me |
| Beep! |
| Deuce: |
| Hello? |
| Record Label: |
| Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, 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 tr- |
| 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! |
| (Arguing) |
| deuce-nine-lives.ru |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| (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! |
| 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! |