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 fuckin' news.
Now who's the king of these rap acts, American bad-ass, They say he's a class act, No wonder he's jabbed at, That's why they put me up in lights, And i rap back and half these critics, Wanna mimic my crack ass, He ain't know cinic but he knows where your dad's at, They ain't gonna finish til they send me to Baghdad, And minute by minute they go pull you right in it, You gon' end up in the clinics because they put you on xinix, But don't you worry, I'm back, Yeah 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 tryna grab at my pants, Hopin I'ma go back and tax that, I ain't up in no place with no bad rash, I come, I get laughed at by media trash bags, Just because I'm white, And I sing like I'm half black.
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, But you want what u can't have, And you know that's too damn bad.
Soon as my voice touches or even gets close to a track, It's ratatatat, I'm droppin' bombs on their asses, Burn you up in the ashes, Yeah, I'm back to my old tactics, Rappin to slay faggots and rappers who ain't have what it takes, So I straight jacket 'em, Slap 'em, I ain't laughin', This is where it gets tragic, homie, You ain't matchin me or my rhytmes, Half black, half white rapper, Tryna downgrade my skills, tellin' everyone I'm wack, Shit, what about your habit, Slangin dope on the streets from your one bedroom apartment, "Hey, look it's me, Cartman, I'm retarded", Don't get me started how these old farts tryna pick apart my religion, Of course I'm gifted, Ain't no god but I'm lifted, Listen, I'm the Wiz-Kid, Who grew up a little different, Welcome to my life, bitch, It's my last mission
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, But you want what u can't have, And you know that's too damn bad.
I was born to rip shit, born with too much wit, That's why they call me the Wiz-Kid cuz I drop hits, Mimic me, I'm too sick, You can't hag, I'm too quick, What's my name? Deuce, Bitch it's the new shit, Leavin egos bruised in, Yeah, you're trapped, you're stupid, Try and step in my shoes, but it's foolish, I'm coo coo homie, I got screws loose, Fuck too, you can kiss my ass bitch, You and your Dr. Phil affiliates, You're worth two cents of my times and a few broads, So move bitch, As long as I'm doin' music, I'ma be nuisance, It's a new movement.
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, But you want what you can't have, And you know that's too damn bad.
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, But you want what you can't have, And you know that's too damn bad.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
