[Intro: Deuce] There once was a kid named Deuce Who got sick and tired of being picked on So he got himself a nice 22 Click boom, now he's on the f**ing news [Verse 1: Deuce] Now, who's the king of these rap acts? American bada** They say he's a cla** 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 a** He ain't no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at They ain't gonna finish til' 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'm gon' 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? [Hook: 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 You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad [Verse 2: Skee-Lo] I'm gonna make it no matter how long it takes me I'm sick of low end living, I can't allow it to break me My neighbors hate me, all they do is just make me Bounce back, get on my hustle, achieving great things An architect building my future, watching it grow Reaching out to the youth and I'm teaching them what I know I done see a lot of people do anything for the dough Even rob, steal, k**, good girls that turned pro Good fellas turned stick up kids I used to know Little Bobby graduated in college, he couldn't go The Earth rotates, two thousand thirty-seven and a third Cops pull us over tonight, I'm on the curb Getting handcuffed, deputy searching for contraband I'm face down talking to God, he understands Tomorrow I'ma start a new life, a changed man But tonight, I'm going to jail for eight grams and [Hook: 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 You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad [Verse 3: Deuce] I was born to rip sh**, born with too much wit That's why they call me the Wizkid, 'cause I drop hits Mimic me, I'm too sick, you can't hang, I'm too quick What's my name? Deuce, b**h, it's the new sh** Leaving ego's bruised in, yeah, you're trapped, you're stupid Try and step in my shoes but it's foolish I'm coo-coo, homie, I got screws loose f** Tool - you can kiss my a** too, b**h, you and your Dr. Phil affiliates You're worth two cents of my time and a few bars So move, b**h, as long as I'm doing music I'ma be a nuisance, it's a new movement [Hook: 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 You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad 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 You want what you can't have and you know that's too damn bad [Outro: Skee-Lo] Deuces, Deuces, Deuces, Deuces Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Deuces