"Help Me" lyrics

[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!

[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

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!

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

[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

[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

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

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ha-ha, 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!