Released on April 3, 2012

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[Intro: Deuce & Jimmy Yuma]

(Release the kraken!)

Wait, wait, wait, one second

(All the girlies with the—)

Hello?

Yes, hello, uh, Aron, Deuce, are you there?

Yeah, yeah, what's up?

Yeah, so a little birdie's telling me you're working on a new record. Is that true?

Bir—Yeah, a birdie?

What the fuck are you thinkin', huh?

Uh, you know, I'm very busy, I'm doin' shit, and I'm—

Help me, help me, help me

Huh? What's your—what the fuck is goin' on through your brain, huh?

We're a big deal, you know that, right?

Uh huh

We're—we're a fuckin' major label. You ain't gonna be starting your own band. You fuckin' swore...

Help me, help me, help me

I'ma trash that record, no radio! You ain't never comin' out without my permission! I'ma bury you, boy, I'ma bury you!


[Chorus: Deuce]

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 'fore 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 'fore I drift away


[Verse 1: Deuce]

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 can judge this

While I flip my middle finger off and let one out quick

I'm sick of these people trying to tell me what I got

Like it's down syndrome, it makes me wanna load a clip

And put a round in them, make 'em drown in with

These other rap stars who are clowns, it's sick

Like Monica Lewinsky sucking on a six-inch toothpick

Bitch just got her boobs did so she can do it, do it

And make a new clip till these kids download it

And you say I'm profound, shit

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: Deuce]

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 'fore 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 'fore I drift away

[Verse 2: Deuce & Truth]

Look what I've become, this place that I begun

I started as The One and still don't give a fuck

These bitches get no love, no more grenade or dove

You're thirty, rapping? Ew, and still ain't got a buzz

You can dream, you can dream, but you're gonna suck

I got the voice and the looks, 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'mma be better than 'em, I'm a veteran kid

I came to get these kids off of medicine binges

Who's better than him? Not Murillo, that bitch

I told you once and 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

Ayo, Truth (Yo, what's up?), pass the automatic


[Chorus: Deuce]

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 'fore 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 'fore I drift away, yeah


[Bridge: Deuce]

These labels wanna 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 a fake-ass wannabe Donald Trump.


[Interlude: Jimmy Yuma]

New message

Yo Deuce, don't forget you signed my fucking contract

You're doing what I say

We're not making you famous, you're not fucking bitches without my permission

Message forward deleted


[Chorus: Deuce]

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 'fore 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 'fore I drift away


[Outro: Deuce]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, haha, 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 fucking white Obama, bitch

Yeah, aye, Yuma, let's get the fuck outta here!