Help Me

Help me, help me, help me Help me, help me, help me 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 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 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 that I 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 30, 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'mma be better than 'em, I'm a veteran kid I came to get these kids off of medicine binges Who's better than him? Not Murillo, that bitch I told you once, and I'mma 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, 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 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 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 outta here