Lyrics:

[Intro: Deuce and 10th Street Entertainment manager]
['Let's Get it Crackin'' ringtone playing]
Whoah, whoah, wait, one second
Hello?
Yes, hello, uh, Aron, Deuce, are you there?
Yeah, yeah! What's up?
Yeah, so a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?
Birdie—yeah, a birdie?
What the fuck are you thinking, huh?
Uh, I'm very busy. I'm doing shit, you know?
What the fuck is going on through your brain, huh?
We're a big deal, you know that, right?
Uh huh—
We're—we're a fucking major label! You ain't gonna be starting from your old band
[indistinct arguing]
I'ma trash that record! No radio! You ain't never coming out without my permission! I'ma bury you, boy! I'ma bury you!)

[Hook]
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]
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 tryna tell me what I got
Like it's Down syndrome, it makes me wanna load a clip
And put a round in 'em, 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 'til 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, Mister officer
Everybody go nuts!

[Hook]
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]
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? 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'ma be better than Em, I'm a veteran, kid
I came to get these kids off medicine binges
Who's better than him? Not Ollirum, that bitch
I told you once and I'ma tell you again
At least fight back, pussy, gimme a challenge
I'm the boss, motherfucker, you don't want no static
B-O-S-S, Deuce is back, bitch
Yo, Truth (What up?) pass the automatic

[Hook]
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

[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: 10th Street Entertainment manager]
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!

[Hook]
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! Hey, Yuma, let's get the fuck out of here