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deuce - now you see my life (original version) lyrics

[intro]
there once was a kid named deuce
who got sick and tired of being picked on
so he got himself a nice 22
cl!ck-boom, now he’s on the f-ckin news

[verse 1]
now who’s the king of these rap acts? american bad -ss
they say he’s a cl-ss 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 -ss
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 sarah can grab that
i don’t need no groupies trying to grab at
my pants, hoping that i’m gonna 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]
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 d-mn 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 d-mn bad

[verse 2]
soon as my voice touches or even gets close to a track, it’s
rat-a-tat-tat-tat, i’m dropping bombs on they -sses
burn you up in the ashes, yeah, i’m back to my old tactics
rapping to slay f-ggots and rappers who ain’t have
what it take’s, so i straight jack ’em, slap em’ i ain’t laughing
this is where it gets tragic, homie, you ain’t matching
me or my rhymes, half-black, half-white rapper trying to downgrade my sk!lls
telling everyone i’m whack, sh-t, what about your habit?
slingin’ dope on the streets from your one-bedroom apartment
(“hey look, it’s me cartman! i’m r-t-rded!”)
don’t get me started how these old farts trying to pick apart my religion
of course, i’m gifted, ain’t no god but i’m lifted
listen, i’m the wizz kid who grew up a little different
welcome to my life, b-tch, it’s my last mission

[hook]
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 d-mn 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 d-mn bad

[verse 3]
i was born to rip sh-t, born with too much wit
that’s why they call me the wizz kid, ’cause i drop hits
mimic me? i’m too sick; you can’t hang, i’m too quick
what’s my name? deuce, b-tch, it’s the new sh-t
leaving ego’s bruised and, yeah, you’re trapped, you’re stupid
trying to step in my shoes, but it’s foolish
i’m cuckoo, homie, i got screws loose
f-ck tool, you can kiss my -ss too, b-tch
you and your doctor phil affiliates
you’re worth two cents of my time and a few bars, so move b-tch
as long as i’m doing music
i’mma be a nuisance, it’s a new movement

[hook] (x2)

- deuce lyrics

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