[Intro: Deuce]
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click boom, now he's on the f**in news
[Verse 1: Deuce]
Now who's the king of these rap acts? American Bad a**
They say he's a cla** act, no wonder he's jabbed at
That's why they put me up in lights and I rap back
And have these critics wanna mimic my crack a**
He ain't no cinic but he knows where your dad's at
They ain't gonna finish til' they send you to Bagdhad
And minute by minute they goin' pull you right in it
You go' end up at clinics because they put you on xanax
But don't you worry I'm back ya Deuce is back with a black hat
Cape and a black cat baby I'm the new Batman
You know only sarah can grab that
I don't need no groupies trying to grab at my pants
Hoping that I'm gonna go back and tax that
I ain't endin' up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags
Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half black
[Hook]
Now you see my life and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty
You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride we both know that's silly, know that's silly
You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad
Skee-Lo
[Verse 2: Skee-Lo]
I'm gonna make it no matter how long it takes me
I'm sick of low end living, I can't allow it to break me
My neighbors hate me, all they do is just make me
Bounce back, get on my hustle, achieving great things
An architect building my future, watching it grow
Reaching out to the youth and I'm teaching them what I know
I done see a lot of people do anything for the dough
Even rob, steal, k**, good girl that turned pro
Good fellas turn stick up kids I used to know
Little Bobby graduated in college, he couldn't go
The Earth rotates, [?] thirty-seven and the third
Cops pull us over tonight, I'm on the curb
Getting handcuffed, deputy searching for contraband
I'm face down talking to God, he understands
Tomorrow I'ma start a new life, a changed man
But tonight I going to jail for eight grams and
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Deuce]
I was born to rip sh**, Born with too much wit
That's why they call me the wizkid cause I drop hits
Mimic me? I'm too sick, you can't hang I'm too quick
What's my name? DEUCE b*tch, it's the new sh**
Leavin' ego's bruised in ya you're trapped you're stupid
Try and step in my shoes but it's foolish
I'm coo coo homie I got screw's loose
f** Tool you can kiss my a** too b**h. You and your affiliates
You're worth two cents of my time and a few bars so move b**h
As long as I'm doing music, I'ma be a nuesence, It's a new movement
[Hook] (x2)