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 before 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 before 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 quit
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 ‘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, I ain’t going down
With my hand on my dick
While the next World Trade Center blows up quick
Hold up, I think I 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 before 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 before I drift away
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, ewuh, and still don’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, 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 before 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 before 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 before 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 before I drift away