Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Deuce]
After everything I've been through
You've got the nerve to walk in my shoes
Everything could've been simple
Till you went and talked this shit-load
Now I'm the new Justin Bieber
Like what I work for I don't deserve
Think that I'll go soft like Weezer
Not until the sky is filled with Ether
I'm the Grim Reaper
Look in your mirror
And let these words
Bring you a little bit nearer

[Pre-Chorus: Deuce]
Hello, where's God? Watch my back
Cause some chump from way back didn't want my ass blowing up, yeah
I always gotta hold my sack 'cause some slut mate
Claiming that we're lovers when all we do is fuck!

[Chorus: Deuce]
So you wanna be famous?
You wanna be just like me, shameless?
Living in the fast lane, but you're nameless
You wanna change the game? You'll never change it
So you wanna be famous?
You wanna be just like me and take this
Like it's your last day, it's your last wish?
You wanna change the game, you'll never change this

[Verse 2: Deuce]
You think you can be just like me?
Strike with lightning and leave so easy?
All these wannabe Slim Shady
Soundalikes just drive me crazy
I know you wanna be hated
Before you push up them daisies
You ain't motherfucking mainstream
Ain't ever gonna be with no Beyonce
You can't see me
Mysteriously
Just let yourself, follow me
Now, so freely

[Pre-Chorus: Deuce]

[Chorus: Deuce]

[Verse 3: Gadjet]
No one in the game is on my level, can't get up to where I take this
I am the devil and no one can fucking tame this
Go grab a shovel, I'mma dig your fucking grave, pricks
Then I'mma take a shit on your fucking faces
Before I bury you, I'm going through some changes
I know it's scaring you to feel the pain and anguish
It isn't fair to you, Gadjet is the greatest, he don't compare to you
All haters on hiatus, they gon' have to hate us later
Somewhere in the afterlife cause up in this really can't fade us
Even then they won't be able, fuck a name and fuck a label
Fuck everything, I'm not clinically sane, they've got the papers

[Chorus: Deuce]

[Outro: Deuce]
Miley, your camel toe makes me sick
Adam Levine's got a small ass dick
I wanna keep on talking shit
Till I'm filthy fucking rich
Gaga, your monsters can suck on this
While Elton John needs a salad, bitch
I'm not gonna get in the music 'biz
But I'm still gonna profit from it