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Help Me
Help Me
Length: 4:19
Released: April 3, 2012
Writers: Deuce, Jimmy Yuma
Album: Nine Lives
Last single: America
Next single: Nobody Likes Me

Help Me is a song released by Deuce as a single off of his album, Nine Lives.

Official Lyrics

Deuce: ("Release the crackin'! All the girlies with the-")
(Whoa, whoa, wait one second.)

(Hello?)
Jimmy Yuma: ("Yes, uh, hello, Aron. Deuce, are you there?")
Deuce: (Hey, yeah! What's up?)
Jimmy Yuma: ("So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?")
Deuce: (Yeah, birdie? That's...)
Jimmy Yuma: ("What the fuck are you thinking, huh?")
Deuce: (Uh, I'm very busy. I'm doing shit, you know?)
Jimmy Yuma: ("What the fuck is going on through your brain? We're big, dude. You know that, right? We're a fucking major label! You ain't gonna be assaulting an old band! The fuck is going on through your head? Why are you fucking knotting around right now? I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't never coming out without my permission! I'mma bury you, boy! I'mma 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
(That's right!)
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
(Nah, I ain't never going down!)
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

Look what I've become, this place I've 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? Ewuh, and still ain't got a buzz
You can dream, you can dream, but you're gonna suck
(Y'all fucking suck!)
I got the voice and the looks, baby, turn it up
(I turn that shit up!)
I don't need MTV when I sell this much
(I sell a lot)
I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son
I'mma be better than Em, I'm a veteran kid
(I'm a fucking veteran!)
I came to get these kids off of medicine binges
Who's better than him? Not Murillo, that bitch
(I don't fucking sell out!)
I told you once and I'mma tell you again
(What about that?)
At least fight back, pussy, gimme a challenge
(Just give me a challenge!)
I'm the boss, motherfucker, you don't want no static
(B-O-S-S!)
B-O-S-S, Deuce is back, bitch
("I'm back!")
Yo, Truth!
Jimmy Yuma: ("Yo, what's up?")
Deuce: Pass the automatic!

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

(Yee!)
These labels wanna put me away for good
(Uh-huh)
They wanna keep me in the hood
But I keep swinging right back like you know I should
(Right fucking back!)
Making history in the books
(Uh-huh!)
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

Jimmy Yuma: ("Deuce, don't forget you signed my fucking contract! You do what I say, I'm not making you famous! You're not fucking bitches without my permission!")

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

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 out of here!

Personnel

Deuce
Additional
  • Magnus Hogdahl - guitar
  • Paul Pavao - guitar, mixing
  • Jimmy Yuma - additional vocals

Trivia

  • Deuce references Hollywood Undead's replacement lead singer, Danny, in the line "Who's better than him? Not Murillo, that bitch".

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