[Intro: Deuce]
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice twenty-two
Click-boom, now he's on the fucking news
[Verse 1: Deuce]
Now, who's the king of these rap acts, American badass?
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 no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at
They ain't gon' finish till they send you to Baghdad
And minute by minute, they gon' pull you right in it
You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax
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 Angie can grab that
I don't need no groupies trying to grab at
My pants, hoping I'mma go back and tax that
I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags?
Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half-black?
[Chorus: Deuce]
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
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice twenty-two
Click-boom, now he's on the fucking news
[Verse 1: Deuce]
Now, who's the king of these rap acts, American badass?
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 no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at
They ain't gon' finish till they send you to Baghdad
And minute by minute, they gon' pull you right in it
You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax
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 Angie can grab that
I don't need no groupies trying to grab at
My pants, hoping I'mma go back and tax that
I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags?
Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half-black?
[Chorus: Deuce]
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
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